Текст песни Настя Полева - Всему своё время

With me, my tenderness,
Yes, what to do with it?
To calm his pride
Soul would not hurt

Envy is eating me,
And with it my anger
Desire to be the first
And that the highest test

The book was faded,
They did not open it.
After all, there were wings,
Yes, they broke it.

In one hand - a razor,
In the other - my courage
By evening - the battle,
In the morning - again dull.

Above the roof is the sky
Everything has its time
With you is your business
In you is my faith

With me at night the cold
Desire to get drunk
A confident voice,
Tired faces.