Текст песни Елена Фролова - Наша жизнь коротка

Album "Russian Asian"

Music: Frolova E.
Words: Barkova A.
Our life is short
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Our life is short
And bitter, like a bow.
No sick
Do not let out of the hands.
One is not available
So grab another.
After grave godin
Have fun soul.

Wait and slow can not
Rounded, fly.
Death, ash threshing,
The threshold is worth.
Arguing easy
Catch out a broken grass
If a friend is far away.
Know, there is another.

Only I am poppy
On the track one
Like Roda Rus
No one needs it.