Карандаш ft. Ленин - Последний лист - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

In the life of everyone comes the moment when the last sheet in the notebook. And there is the last day to write on it, what I did not write about. To tell what to talk about or did not want. What will your lines be? About trifles, or about the main thing? To whom will you please them - to enemies or close? What would I write on the last sheet?

Listen...

The first rows about God - you chose me from many,

Lord, thank you, what will you enabled

For people. I corrected them, at least someone.

My songs are better than me, I hope, even a little bit!

I am not perfect, forgive my mother, for what is stubborn, stubborn,

For those scandals and grams of salt, which raped on the wound;

And that went too early from the family. Forgive me Mom, and dad sorry.

My friends - all the list is not enough,

To convey feelings, I'll just say, briefly so -

Without you, disputes, drunk fights - I would not like a person,

So, to be only feeding worms and dogs ...

Without nights, love does not write strings those

Who are only pronounced together alone.

I am writing this song on the last sheet

I hope there will be enough space, about the rest - in the chorus.

Chorus (Lenin):

Thank you life that you do wiser me

Thanks the enemy that you do stronger me,

Thank you muse that you do not leave me!

Music Thank you for playing again ... (2 times)

Thank you life that you do wiser me

Music Thank you, you play again, and I ...

I sit until late nights and I miss the job,

To hear someone faithful rhyme and a note.

Thank you to the urrows that I was beaten once,

Those who helped look after them are grateful twice.

The first for learning that one in the field is not a warrior,

And the second that Gopnik at least once, yes they answered blood.

Cute, thank you - you tolerate the fanatic nearby

Which turns a cozy home to the studio.

Work, sorce ... work music and sleep

I'm sorry that I spent money on our vacation on the microphone ...

Wrote stories, about yourself and just fiction,

It was always frank, even when the lines were lines.

I also have vices, becoming a star - my goal.

But tell me the artist, who would also not want!

Chorus.