Текст песни Уляна Фарина - Все просто

All is well. Surely inflammation of the heart.
Complications of last year's cold.
I want to fall. Where are my rain?
They believe more sincere than men.

All is well. Just waiting for something again .
Inflammation soul already chronic .
I burns . How it to heaven ?
Maybe talk about eternal ?

All is well. I keep balance.
And every day I write you letters.
Find nedorozvahu be a new ,
But the soul stubbornly said , "You ."