Текст песни Андрей Вл. Королёв - Вроде бы, каяться не в чем

It seems to be nothing to repent:
I live with them in harmony.
On the shoulders - Zaplechny bag,
Would you believe it, repent not what:
None of what I'm not guilty.

Marina, holy work
A man give himself.
Full, up a sweat,
Women have one concern -
To love, not even love.

Not knowing neither sleep nor faith,
Dragging belongings at the corners,
Future Venus
Tear exposed nerves
The boys at night.

Boys sleep rebelliously
dusty bazaars of books,
Death embrace them gently,
sadly and inevitably,
like stealing them.

And would lead to him
For seven of the Seven Seas,
Will stand at the head,
Make love -
All love dearly.

Wooden Cross in the field,
The windows in the house are black.
I feel good on the outside,
I have to confess something,
only to know - to whom.