Текст песни Саша Тайга - Душа-моя-болит

from the album "White with Bliss" 2004

Do not fly to Baghdad City,
total iron bird!
And do not you srite us
pile of mortar phrases!
Not the wilderness, evil-uncle,
information on the heel!
It hurts my soul,
if someone has been killed.
Chess is not trozhte more!
Do not sit in the new Porsche!
We slepaem you the pot
for the night and one for the road.
I Sasha - fellow prominent,
protects all invisibly,
who are in no way to blame,
If sleeping on the ground in a row.
How to Tverbul dolls,
the oak trees that shook period.
Tale of giving birth in the soul,
We are asking to be better.
it hurts my soul,
if someone has been killed.
It is my soul hurts ...