Appear in the world, I'm two meters tall,
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I would become an athlete, and I would achieve success in singing.
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And what was the talent to go unnoticed everywhere,
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I would go into intelligence, and the world would learn all the secrets.
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If dad was a businessman, count up
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Became a billionaire without exemplary probably where the qin!
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The water surface or the blue sky would beckon.
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Could easily fly or swim then, amen!
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If only a great mind were in me,
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To talk about what, I would become a scientist or a doctor.
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If the world were not filled with disasters,
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Naturally, I would have lived then only by traveling.
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If only nature would give me a voice,
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I would instantly become famous, rich, handsome, single.
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And now I'm so tired of talking to you,
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Give me at least an hour to lie on the sofa.
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Chorus:
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And no one is to blame for the fog in the head,
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This laziness no longer enveloped me under my feet.
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Every day only down and not a step up,
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As always, indiscriminately came where the evening, where the morning.
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And no one is to blame for the fog in the head,
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This laziness is no longer under my feet, enveloped me.
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Every day only down and not a step up,
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As always, indiscriminately came and is already here.
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You never know what needs to be done, we’ll postpone everything for today,
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You never know what has accumulated, you never know what you didn’t finish off yesterday.
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How much it was beyond the power to clean up the mess in my head,
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Every day, after all, I have business in the morning.
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The most important point, you pause the mind,
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So that cravings and yes thoughts do not come by chance.
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The doors are closed, the phone is on the blocks, the legs are unshod,
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Schedules and routes are shifted - this is laziness.
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Your alarm clock will ring, move forward,
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Duty pure cold is pure ice.
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Shorten your break and something inside
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Will raise a deafening wild frantic cry.
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The inexplicable connection between you and the sofa goes wild,
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It’s not the same anymore, the buzz of idleness is losing paint.
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And again it pulls at least to do something, break the connection between the sofa and the body,
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But if laziness is torn, it is clumsy.
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Chorus:
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And no one is to blame for the fog in the head,
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This laziness no longer enveloped me under my feet.
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Every day only down and not a step up,
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As always, indiscriminately came where the evening, where the morning.
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And no one is to blame for the fog in the head,
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This laziness is no longer under my feet, enveloped me.
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Every day only down and not a step up,
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As always, indiscriminately came and is already here. |