Текст песни Виктор Пащук - 2230 Нас всех рисует время

We all draws time, everything writes your portrait
From the cradle itself until those farewell years.
With the road without having confused, it leads to his account:
That will unlock the wrinkle, then the fold will take place.

Changes the time of face.
God - souls and hearts,
And it lasts the century, century, century (2 r.).

For joy over measure, for the old sins
It's ruthless and strictly putting strokes.
Then the long bar will put it, then begging slightly
- And the white track lies with the temple.

And again white, white comes in the right,
And white powder covered head.
We all draws time, everything writes your portrait
From the cradle itself until those farewell years.