Текст песни Александр Новиков - Ах ты, жизнь...

Ah, you, life - patch-shreds,
A hundred times
So beautiful, but not very
Something rejoices eyes.

Flies into three accounts
Under the blows of the whip,
But it is considered something
Nevertheless she is long.

Once!..
And here he was born.
Two!..
Love has passed and become.
Three!..
What was fighting than how to get
Disastened yes and came
Before God, shrive.

God looked and moved:
Well in a shirt to it
In the one in which you were born?
Did not demolished why?

- no secret in it,
There is no gloss and heat in it.
But this shirt is this
I will save for you.