Singer: Valery Kipelov

Playing cruel games.

Echoing waves of heavy chords.

After all, life will not give another!

Will help! After all, it was like that before.

She stabbed you in the back.

Love is a gift for which you have to pay, that is, to be punished. But still it is a gift, because, in the words of Vladimir Vysotsky, if you don't love, then lived.

Excuse me, but I hate this "Comedy club". I say: that Pushkin also used the Mat. Yes. But if you guys consider yourself akin to Pushkin, write-ka "Eugene Onegin" and then swear obscenities as they want. The question is removed. This promiscuity!

Time takes days and years away.

Sleep, weary Russia
Saith the Lord, with love -
Well it's midnight and all the saints
Again asked for you.

We live in debt is not knowing
With God say, "you're on,"
Ringing a new bell
Lost souls can not be saved.

We are with you to help
No one will say a word aloud,
To stop lamenting over us night
Throwing on the hearts of their chains.

Life without faith, without purpose
I checked the kink,
The light and shadow divide again
The territory in my heart.

Someday I'll be dead,
As ice, no blood and consciousness,
And no love, no steel, no honey
Will resurrect my breath...

Why would I argue with fate,
Why would I know
That with me can happen
That is unlikely to happen.