Время альбиносов - Мне тридцать четыре
текст песни

Cut the umbilical cord, I'm thirty-four
I left the area of duty calls
I'm a curved target in a cheap shooting range
I drove to the edge, enduring the pain of the shackles
Imposed rules
Imposed rules

Those rules ruled body and soul
But I took refuge in my dreams and was able
I was able not to sit down either in galoshes or in a puddle
And somehow he went out without getting his feet wet
Without the help of the wise
Without the help of the wise

Love cannot be measured by the number of photos
Love cannot be replaced by a number of words
Caring is not just a question How is work?
And I have already grown up, enduring the pain of shackles
Duty questions
Duty questions
Duty questions

So show off your strength - cut the umbilical cord
I'm thirty-four, I'm just tired
To endure this pain and love in half
And listen that I am a hardened impudent
I'm thirty four
I'm thirty four
I'm thirty four
I'm thirty four

Give me, give me a pen
The forces need to be corrected
I'm not flying past something again
There is a handle
Because
Show your strength, this is, of course, not in Russian