Текст песни Іра Герасимович - Время для секса и жизни

She had so much
Beautiful and graceful figure
What's under the pounds of clothes in winter
The curves of the body were visible.

Flat tummy,
Fragile beautiful legs running down the street
Well-defined cheekbones
So they talked about her thin demeanor.

But that's not what I'm writing a poem about for you.
This is just a bait for the reader.
After all, it became interesting ...

How much time in life do we spend?
How long are we destined to live?
After all, each of us
There is a vital hourglass.

In the end we will all become hunchbacked.
But thoughts are not about that again.
Although we can also raise this topic.
Do you know? -
Maybe tomorrow there will be a day of hugs,
In which everyone who hates you will love you so?
Or maybe not.

Perhaps you are still like this for ten years
You will smash ineptly
And, yes - my question is what he thinks ...

And what have you achieved in your life?
At 18 or 35? -
Did you go to the fitness club three times a year?
Or have you decided to read at least one book?
Decent, right?

Not to mention that each of you
I thought about fame and material substances.
But even if we talk about them ...
Let's say this is very important.

Have you opened a company? Became a mega-pop star?
Maybe something brought you to good cause?
What do you do all day?
How do you spend Saturday and Sunday?

Did any of you do a wise thing?
Exercise in the morning, breakfast ...
Or maybe this is all that swept us off?

Just looking at your faces in the streets
It feels like every first
He deliberately achieved heights.
And looking at it, it turns out somehow awkward -
Find out what the pathos of your faces is.

I often had to meet a person
Who is convincing in conversation,
But somehow there is no credibility.

After all, his appearance
More precisely, painted faces
They live like in hippos.
Gesturing princesses.

And my head is so empty that it seems
There is no glimpse of light.
Can you imagine?
Each of us has our own timeline.
And maybe tomorrow someone will not be here.

And you keep getting stupid.
Without trying to make a dream come true
Or even dance ballet.

But if you have not been given prejudice,
At least don't eat much like that.
After all, really - let at least something you have.
And even crazy, talent and figure.
But nobody canceled the beautiful pathos.

But if we speak, so watch yourself.
Let there be purity in soul, mind and body.
Remember: everyone has an hourglass.
And what will you leave to the earth after you? ...