Владимир Бобриков - Вот она жизнь
текст песни

The willows bowed their heads low to the river
Their braids were loosened, a tear dripped
The tin of death burns through my soul
And my wet eyes are swollen from tears

My heart used to be like crystal
I gave my friends living water to drink
But now I sing only sad songs
My vessel is broken by a treacherous hand

Here is life
Here is death
Not trusting means not singing
Not trusting means not living
Means not living and not loving

Friends told me I was trusting
I don't argue, that may be true
My friend turned out to be too fickle
And now he's not my friend, but rather my enemy

For God's sake, for the good, for holiness's sake
He raised his heel against me, a sinner
And he forgot just one little thing
For me, my friend was the same as me

Here is life
Here is death
Not trusting means not singing
Not trusting means not To live
means not to live and not to love

Here is life, here is death
Not to trust means not to sing
Not to trust means not to live
Means not to live and not to love