Текст песни Цушко Роман - Постой минуту, не спеши...

Wait a minute, do not rush
Let's say a word
About sore soul
About this awkward world
We all decide on the run
And bringing to the extreme point
We all scream - "I can do everything!"
Well, in fact - troubles

Changes the Solstice
Season changes season
And imperceptibly live a year
And ten will fly with a jingle

Whiskey beat gray hair
He just started to think.
About how your life is full?
What will you leave in this life?
What will they remember you with?
What did you create for the good of others
Without fasting, pompous speeches
And drums with a red flag

No marble and black tiles
Artfully forged fence
That does not smolder, does not burn
The fact that the soul is joy