Текст песни Георгий Иванов - Белый лист, на котором Бог напишет чью-то жизнь

White sheet on which God will write someone's life
Well, further it will be seen clean, not clean
Taking cover is useless as not to pray
After so many years there will be a portrait
And it's not for us to decide whether he was bad or not
Everything with meaning, very clear, clear trace

It's too late to tear your sins and throw them into the fire
Start from scratch poetry, there is another way
Treat everything around differently
To love, to quickly escape from mental anguish
Live, live

Take away
Sometimes fate decides for us too
This burden is so mundane now
It will still happen, whatever you say
Take pity on rivers, suns and fields
And will go beyond horizons and edges
Well, in the morning the Earth wakes up

It's too late to tear your sins and throw them into the fire
Start from scratch poetry, there is another way
Treat everything around differently
To love, to quickly escape from mental anguish
Live, live