Рок Изба - Нет времени - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

No again, I don't have time

I lose my thoughts in the bustle

Your answer with a letter shaken on my table between important things

My life is to tease my bride, I know I will not calm down you alone quarrel with a doubtly quarrel, you alone went out for a scoundrel

Nothing winter and sun, I will smile at the mittens, your life is clogged with a peg of passers -by bowing to the ground

I will drink poison and bread from the mill

Let them say they will not calm down

It is unlikely that our brother will meet our destinies

It is unlikely that brother is praying