Текст песни Агент 108 - Что ни шаг, то танец

One day, we will not talk about the empty,
You tell me clean the mouth of
As once lived on Earth Great St.
Lord prekrasnoliky with golden skin.
And there was not a star, just a light siyavshey
And there was no fire, to give a warm
And there was no soul, steamed so high
And it was not love that goes to us so easily

With every step, the dance, every word, the song
O Lord Chaitanya, you open your people to the mystery of pure love

We have lost the mind, forgetting about you
And it may not be immediately able to live love
Not just the world sings, it moves away from the torment
When your mouthpieces go on it

chorus

Hari Krishna, Hari Krishna, Krishna Krishna, Hari, Hari, Hari Ram, Hari Rama, Rama Rama, Hari-Hari
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