Текст песни Набат - Как жаль

Every day we are a little age
The life of the earth, like a thin thread,
All the more we are able to appreciate,
Only time can not appreciate.
              
How much time has sunk into oblivion
But try to return a minute
 How dangerous idleness, carelessness
 And empty verbal dregs.

Chorus: What a pity, but the time has gone,
What a pity, but time is running out. Drop and bustle you doubt
 Devote your time to Christ. - I for once.
 Devote your time to Christ. - For II again.

Flew and thirty and forty,
Troubled aimless years.
Death does not tolerate empty excuses,
And dry pardonable words.
All we are looking for earthly comfort,
For homes compacted soil.
And forget that the value of a minute,
Precious drops seconds.

 How much time has sunk into oblivion,
 But try to return a minute.