Singer: Bahh Tee

On earth the Father in heaven - God...
We are looking for Paradise, and Paradise is at the mother's feet.

Time passes, silently taking in the past.
All we had to worry and think about.

Strong men also have their reasons
Not to call not to write, but it is silent we are:
Pride, stupidity, power,
weakness, cowardice, bravery...

The strong women's heart cracked,
The years pass by, but it is not less tears
Sheds at night - from morning till evening,
Behind the mask of nonchalance hides his feelings.

I'm not an angel, you're not too.
We too similar
To love me...

I never left, never loved another,
how could I stop loving you
my home.

Dreams will remain dreams until we pants...

There are people that each other if leaving, only dying!
It is a pity that it's not about us...

Time will whirl and Volodina, we are not in control
Over its course, will be no more "us",
Will "you" will be "I", two different fates.
I could not break, so will be able to rise,
Breaking in the way of obstacles, directly to Olympus.
I will rise, look closely - you'll see
There is money, there are cars, shops,
All you need today to be happy
It will take years... Destiny... You... wear out,
Time will take its course and there will be more swarms
The crown is not shining any more and meanwhile,
Realizing all... You will regret the loss
And crawling, then falling on his knees,
You will beg for mercy, but the price of penny
Your words... And what am I? All the same line
Sing for you... But in a slightly different form.

I will go silently and will not burn bridges
I'm not so simple, and you couldn't afford me.
I have a son, and the happiness I have built,
Not with you and with the other - you couldn't afford me.
I'm one in a million, and now you're a hundred,
<...>
And another Queen on my throne,
And I am the king... And you couldn't afford me.

And spun their love of this wonderful dance
If this is a dream, let not the morning comes
Though he was eternal, was soundly
Just to hug him every minute
He draws on the pavement her "happy 8th March"
She wrote his name on notebooks
Until the end of the pair half an hour, he was at the start
Need flowers to get back in the tent
Tomorrow is his feast day, sending study nafig
She knits on the last game him a scarf
He will be happy to receive this gift
Albeit small, but made her hands
And she's waiting for, and it tantalized tube
Time goes ahead to repair roads
All over this spring evening
When rushing to her, he flew into the oncoming lane

Prayed to God, sent to hell ones
"So long gave you to me to enjoy this happiness
Lord, don't take Native
And I will answer for his errors before Thee..."
Tore the pictures, reaching the verge
Then again pasted with trembling hands
All that says about him, wanted to burn it to the ground
But could not, could not, could not, could not...

And every evening she went alone to walk
Places of their meetings with the beloved, and again
In a cafe the same table... in the movie the same number...

You can search the entire life of one who was at hand.
Then pray and ask to bring back all of God...