Опять до времени отложены дела

Again postponed until the time of the case,
And the day went out, to flare up again,
And the silence in his arms we took,
As if waiting for a simple sincere words.

And if the word sounds,
It, perhaps, only you and I hear,
And a step in this life will become higher,
And no trouble us do part.

I can not dream again, to surrender,
Dreams, as the troubles each other so much alike.
Forgive my sin, but I get up from his knees -
I can not love all his life the same.

There is no easier to do than to deceive ourselves,
You can not only straighten out the fate of sharp bends,
I do not like anything out of the rain,
Who pours, to wash away the traces of past mistakes.

And if I thought I was smarter than other people,
And so around the pot always be right,
During the fair, and punished severely.
I am convinced that there is no way true,
But the choice is between experienced and new.

And in order to select whether to re-read
And remember his life is not like that you like,
After all that has been, all that is and that is,
To understand it, you can only read between the lines

There will come a morning lit a new day,
To admit that you were weak, not so bad,
But there is a chance to climb higher on the stage,
That does not look like there was a new day in the day yesterday.

And before you embark on a new path
Recall all, why do you live in this world -
Stretching a match for a cigarette,
In your eyes, I want to look.