Текст песни Виктория Зайкински - Чемоданчик

suitcase

My broken suitcase with handle
I flew quite a few short years,
As it kept whole life bright boring,
Well, there is the main love in it!

If the throw home sakvoyazhik
On the way to the tops of the rocks,
That all life just becomes a piece of paper,
What I crumpled up and threw it at the feet!

Dear Friend! You have to understand,
Pain is necessary to me in the suitcase,
Without it, you will not describe the epithet,
In those moments when life is light!

Pain has its own weight in the Burden,
But no more than it weighs Love
Sadness And also help me here -
Life will paint dreams of diapers!

My broken suitcase with handle
I could facilitate the path,
But then my life would be boring,
can I come too quickly

To those on the heights of the forest paths.
I would not want that, no!
I will not go along the paths of a simple,
That would be so humble answer!

December 20, 2015