Текст песни Владимир Артамонов - Просто день такой выдался

Chosen by God for you,
This is how it was all
You made me up for yourself
And seriously fell in love.
I would rejoice in that love,
Pluck its ripe fruit,
But of all the colors of the rainbow, the color
I see one white.

And winter bleached me
Look at my hair.
And my soul is already bleeding
Everything is frozen, where there is brushwood.
If the light is turned off in the house,
The passes are useless,
My life steered long ago
To the last track.

Or was it all I made up
But in fact, perhaps
It's just that such a day suddenly turned out
Bad day, bad day.
What, to play with biceps,
Cuddling with a guitar?
If you can fall in love with me
I'm not that old.