Текст песни Игорь Барахоев - Жизнь

1 verse:
Cold, gloomy room,
Inspirenly thrown my plaid.
Do not go back there again!
But the plot is paced by a wild desire.

Chorus:
Whatever sad fate was
And no matter how much joyful days,
And in memory again shouts the defortion,
From children's children's albums.

2 verse:
I am the slave of passing and extinguishing days,
I do not remember when I was fun?
And room manitis, silence in it
It will seem easy sleep.
But on the closet my children's album,
It is intimidated in dust, dying in the dark.
After all, everything lives there, there is a native house.
On old pages. He is remembered to me.
And here I am with dad and mom stand,
Pages fly in memory crackle.
Forgotive days, leaf, watch.
Just the lights of my lived years.

Chorus:
Whatever sad fate was
And no matter how much joyful days,
And in memory again shouts the defortion,
From children's children's albums.