Текст песни Гнилой Угол - 5. Свой жизненный путь

Each has its own closet
To which there is no access.
Everyone has his glass,
At the half, which is empty.
  
And when pochuesh trap
At the heart of the iron corset.
Do not pass it to ram
Without any losses -

 His way of life.
 You're kicking yourself in this murk.
 Open all the doors and they only need to
 Slightly open the.
 And let not sleep, at least a little - a little
 Vera its - in the course of life.

But not everyone has his accordion
A huge and wide soul.
To poured balm on the heart
From heavy languishing wounds.
Everyone has a plan
Everyone has a secret.
To achieve - meridian.
All the garbage collected in the bag - and in the journey of life!
07.10.2008g Petrovich