Жизнь коротка - искусство вечно...
It always seems it never can be

But someday you suddenly know

That you are alive and you can feel, see

And rain in the street becomes snow.



You always may think that life is not easy

That it is a hard thing at all

And something like sunny or maybe like breezy

You feel and it takes up your soul.



And sometimes you dream of mystery lifestyle

Of people that will be like you

But try to believe in somebody’s one smile

To make your own wishes come true…