Nekby - Не игра - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

It seems there is nothing complicated. "Eat, pray, love and that's it", "God's providence is everywhere", "The river carries them".

Everything has a justification in the form of the will of the Almighty,

He knows everything better than anyone and cuts off the unnecessary.

And how can I now explain to a confident husband,

That he left his wife? God does not need this.

How can I prove to a self-loving narcissist,

That his loneliness is prescribed to him by him?

Not everything is as simple as it may seem at first.

Your right may intersect with another right.

Our choice gives rise to a chain of uncontrollable events,

What is more terrible is that others are involuntarily drawn into it.

The results are different for everyone, different shores.

There are losses, no matter how you protect them.

Just keeping the thought of responsibility in your head,

You can find the cause and effect in advance.

We do not play and we do not have a time machine.

Hands can't catch the words torn from lips

Remorse squeezes tears from eyes,

But this way we fill a vessel that was empty.

We don't play and we don't have a time machine.

Hands can't catch the words torn from lips

Remorse squeezes tears from eyes,

But this way we fill a vessel that was empty.

Simple truths in fact do not always bring benefits,

Borders or simply age are to blame,

Laziness or ignorance, fear or despair.

Reaping the fruits, we just shrug our shoulders.

"Next time will be lucky" is our only conclusion.

"Fate today as always stubborn and playful

I will play along and win, I will change the cliché,

I don't care that for someone it will be. "

Unraveling the tangle of external and internal problems,

Gradually we plunge into the ocean, as if,

Where ninety percent is still unknown,

Where the experience of past years becomes invaluable.

A cure can be found among diseases,

And healers stand aside uselessly.

As you can’t pour water into a broken cup,

So words can’t heal our hearts and heads.

We don’t play and we don’t have a time machine.

Hands can’t catch words torn from lips

Repentance squeezes tears from eyes,

But this way we will fill a vessel that was empty.

We don’t play and we don’t have a time machine.

Hands can’t catch words torn from lips

Repentance squeezes tears from eyes,

But this way we will fill a vessel that was empty.