Текст песни Вера Полозкова - мальчик держись за поручень.мир не прочен

Yes, there is not no slap and zubotychin,
However, the lightest, so do not cry doctors.
What you may be used and is designed zychen -
And still there are hotter.
Boy, hold the handrail, the world is not durable.
Okay, do not be topped - so at least take into account.
Exhibi neither would, timed -
And still the same grind that is already here.
Louder to sing than Dante for Beatrice.
Today - or Duce, no Comandante Che.
As much as you may be is drawn - you is secondary;
Thousands, if you think in this way.
You're all of wormholes, of the arms,
Trifle really, no matter how much teach.
No matter how you was accurate and flawless -
Eternity will not leave you a tip.
And do not dream that God nabychen you,
Bulged, as a scarecrow in the plague.
As much as you may be shtuchen - and you're ordinary.
And the rest you know to what.