Текст песни Ночные снайперы - Жить осталось чуть-чуть

Living only a little bit,
and already in his hands traces
transparent ice.
But on the streets
at dusk melt
the same lights.
Under the bridges dancing
tears-washed
the same water,
that melted
not trusting the heat in the palm of your hand.

A sudden summer
caught on the spire of the tower
and trembling, ringing sleeves
from fear and the wind,
and the rough fabric of his dress
flying over the evening crowd.
And no matter what
so sweet to me quickly
It is approaching the sky,
no matter where
so rapidly
quickly and bitter leaves
love.

It smells of Russian folklore.
Although my father never loved
with salt bread, over this role
we always divided in half,
They were fed to us
cooked pain.
He grasped its essence,
hands stretched at the seams,
half a century faster than I,
nothing mole.

A walk along the river ice.
And I'm going across the bridge.
We say goodbye to you
in cold water.
Overtaking itself, death
at the helm
and in her eyes - shine
the last star.
Hurry hurry,
tired of waiting for me there.
It does not matter whose turn is now -
the order does not count.