Текст песни Андрей Козловский - Это не то, о чем я буду думать...

Very often it lacks any amount,
What a diamond, then on a crust of bread.
But this is not what I think,
Lying on the grass and looking up at the sky.

That's not what I'm thinking ...

A happened, lacked a couple of glasses,
This late in the evening, and to whom - in the early morning.
But this is not what I think,
Looking at the ceiling, lying on the couch.

That's not what I'm thinking ...

Sometimes it is impossible to speculate,
Gray belly somewhere with someone else on the hill.
But I'm just going to think - about the complex,
Fun - a sad and sweet - the bitter.

About Flight of the Bumblebee and walking birds
On the day of the stars and sun - night
The fact that I was lucky to be born,
And live lucky, sometimes - very much so.

Or maybe it's not what I'm thinking?
That's not what I'm thinking ...

My movement - a movement of resistance.
My resistance - it is only movement.
Resistance my body - ten megohms.
Resistance my body - ten megohms.

It's not what I'm thinking ...

Very often lack any amount ...