Текст песни Александр Демидов и группа Бобры - Свои заботы

His concern, as the ash from his cigarette,
Whisk to those who wish me evil.
Not all songs are sung in the world,
And ahead of us great things!

Ah, how do you sometimes capricious all
And it is not ready for the confusion of the day!
I cried to you, but you're never in my life
Without laughter did not look at me.

I do not need the smiles that evening.
What is now shake hands?
Who told you that I am willing to meet?
And let you get close, but you - my enemies.

I do not regret at all lived through,
On the contrary - I just feel sorry for you:
You talked a lot, but
You spoke earlier. I - now!

His concern, as the ash from his cigarette,
Whisk to those who wish me evil.
Not all songs are sung in the world,
And ahead of us great things!