Текст песни Виктор Мосин - Я не умею жить иначе

I don't know how to live otherwise!

I won't give my palms at the far station,
At the call of two gypsies to tell me their share.
I myself know very well that by the message of God,
To my joy and pain is a long journey.
Sorry, I don't know how to live otherwise!
Sorry for the troubled fate!
Don't cry, I don't live when you cry!
Understand that I cannot do otherwise.
You dear, don't scold that under a warm roof,
Not finding myself, I began to value life lower.
Here I managed to recover from the best years of nonsense.
Better to burn out in half an hour than to smolder without a spark.
Sorry, I don't know how to live otherwise!
Sorry for the troubled fate!
Don't cry, I don't live when you cry!
Understand that I cannot do otherwise.
I do not know how and where Lame will cut,
My name is on the stove - you can't guess here.
Somewhere far from here, on a steep steep,
Discovered who, I am - it torments me!
Sorry, I don't know how to live otherwise!
Sorry for the troubled fate!
Don't cry, I don't live when you cry!
Understand that I cannot do otherwise.