Singer: Banderos

... life is not a pity,
A pity only moments, and the light on the eyelashes,
And a night that will never be repeated...

You give them a reason - these sons of bitches in your bed ready to be third!

And we'll take him so little...
Not gold, not bags with worn jeans...
Only the memory of love and long road...
We all have to fold themselves...

Someday, and maybe not under the sun, but it will come back, know...
Everything will return...

Cynicism as role, protection in the form of an attack.

People have money, and money have people.

Randomly lay down a solitaire and coincidentally stars
Only one phrase...
And life will change itself, though you will understand immediately...
And at the intersection of good fortune, like a dog,
Metnet under the wheels.
All again And...
Everything will be different, but not bad anyway!

Dark bands, bright streaks,
Don't sleep... and your fate you'll know the voice!

He practiced strokes so much the long winters
Now he understood, you just need to be kinder to others.

One life, one freedom,
As one fight long in many years.