Текст песни Николай Караченцев - Как много дней, что выброшены зря

How many days, that thrown in vain,
     days that were lost once the way.
     They must be subtracted from the calendar,
     and life is even shorter.

     I was busy stupid vanity,
     Day slipped - I did not see each other
     and I shook his hand alive ...
     Well! This day I have to throw off the circle.

     And if I do not remember the day her mother,
     He has not called once il sister brother,
     it has nothing to say in justification:
     The day was gone! Priceless embezzlement!

      I was too lazy or tired -
     not looked cheerful performance,
     poetry magic did not consider
     and somewhat cheated yourself, do not you?

     And if I'm someone did not help,
     not composed a single line and frame,
     then stole up today
     and made life even for a day shorter.

     Fold - as scary as squandered
     on the gatherings, where neither heat nor hot ...
     A mots favorite not say
     and not buy flowers or gift.

     How many days, that thrown in vain,
     days that were lost once the way.
     They must be subtracted from the calendar
     and measured their life is even shorter.

(mus. Alexander Bloch - Art. Eldar Ryazanov)