Текст песни Вадим Егоров - Предчувствие

I would have time to say for the remaining time
Everything that is later can not, all that was not able to
All about what their feathers broke at night,
All about what he was silent before his heart.

And about what was silent in this life of the plague?
Silent about the poems killed by me.
And about the conscience of your own, what a penny exchanged,
And about a woman, the one that does not love me.

About the fact that about the hard one
About the pride of her, about his mother.
And about how in me her voice trembles,
And about how I still want to live.

You see - live! At least a week, at least an hour,
I would only have time, I would only now
Lying a lie burn, sing a new song ...
But I do not have time, do not have time, do not have time,

Do not have time to tell me for the remaining time
Everything that is later can not, all that was not able to
All about what their feathers broke at night,
All about what he was silent before his heart.