The weeks are not stopping and waiting,
The years are just passing away.
We couldn't have time for the main thing
And rushing for trifles all day.
I feel like to break through the limit,
Though it's the incredible case.
Chorus:
But I have no minute,
I have no minute,
No minute, no minute.
I have no minute to look at your face.
You're near or you're still not near,
And during the heap of affairs
I couldn't be there or here,
I couldn't go down and upstairs.
My life's like the lab with no limit,
That rapidly flies in a space.
Chorus.
I Have No Minute
© Copyright: Юрий Розвадовский, 2008
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