Десять тысяч девятьсот пятьдесят дней

As time goes slowly ,
How fast will run .
Oh! as it is, day by day, we steal ,
Single life .
Kindergarten and school yard,
Institute corridor
Snow Trails , White Mountains .
With a young wife standing ,
Grandson pours wine
And the movie ends .

Do not lose yourself along the way
And take care of friends
And never open in the shower boutique
Where at an extortionate price sell its heat
Where soulful warm words converted into a craft .
A knock on the night - nothing.
To lay the table guests
And all the sins you forgive .

On earth someone jumps trot
Someone just crawling on it.
Thirty years - ten thousand
nine hundred and fifty days ,
Thirty years - you're still a kid :
Whistling in the ears and eyes are burning ,
But for the mother and father -
This means that everything is not in vain,
But for the mother and father -
On the ground, you do not live in vain.

That done forget
And hurried forward.
To substitute all the winds towards the chest ,
And not vice versa.
You take their fate ,
Flag victory in the sky vzviv ,
And lose, do not roar .
Simply no, no success without a loss.
We must really want
Over himself to fly.

On earth someone jumps trot
Someone just crawling on it.
Thirty years - ten thousand
nine hundred and fifty days ,
Thirty years - you're still a kid :
Whistling in the ears and eyes are burning ,
But for the mother and father -
This means that everything is not in vain,
But for the mother and father -
On the ground, you do not live in vain.