Текст песни Павел Кашин - Ой, цвети, цвети...

Life is tired of twisting us
We avail Vchit
The faces and leave.
We are not woven couplets
No color in winter and summer
As countries and cities.
Oh, color, color,
My boy, my destiny,
In the greenhouse of my soul.
Oh, the color is uniform
With excitement on the lips
Under the sun of my soul.
I put on a white shirt
I went solntsepryazhku,
And there, there is spring itself.
We kissed and lyubilis
Without touching the life of words
And we did not have enough sleep.
Oh, color, color,
My boy, my destiny,
In the greenhouse of my soul.
Oh, the color is uniform
With excitement on the lips
Under the sun of my soul
Life is tired of twisting us
Teach us to no avail.