Текст песни Николай Крючков - Ничего, дорогая

Nothing, nothing, dear,
Let whiskey silver seeds ...
It's your hearts saving
We were slightly gone to war.

Nothing that pinch salts
Someone threw on a black strand
We will be stronger, nor storms, captivity
We are no longer able to break.

Chorus:

Everything will come: nightingale trill
And sunset raspberry hour.
Only b our hearts are not stolen
It would not be eager to have a soul.

Upset over each wrinkle
I, she, God, I do not see the reason.
Judge, what a man
Without good warmart wrinkles.

We got and happiness and flour
During these years, live on Earth.
We will think about meeting in separation,
We will remember the sun in the MGL.

Chorus is the same.