Текст песни Юлиана Ян - Дрова

Something's all running
Or maybe all for the better.
After all, happiness is a matter of chance
And in the hands of him a flag.
And something is yearning for me
And something is not jealous
And for some reason girls
She doesn’t like anything.

Spring and summer are red,
Love is so different.
Someone will love passionately and
He wants to answer.
And I don’t believe in love,
The little road does not creep.
A snowstorm has long passed
But all is not nice.

Oh, not chopped firewood,
Soap-rocker.
And a rainbow daisy
In heaven hung.
Oh you red berry
Not bitter, not sour.
And a rainbow daisy
In heaven hung.

All the bunnies on the tail,
A river on the bridge.
A holiday on a toast
And the wind would be a wave.
And I would fly in the sun
A glass to the bottom
And my husband would have a wife
Enough enough.

Oh, not chopped firewood,
Soap-rocker.
And a rainbow daisy
In heaven hung.
Oh you red berry
Not bitter, not sour.
And a rainbow daisy
In heaven hung.