Текст песни Юрий Охочинский - Белый Романс

Poems Yuri Ryashetseva

You are for hops pay ugar.
Labor for the game.
What does fate give us a gift?
Is the sun in the heat?

Bullet whistled wildly, freely
Friend, do not fall, not pale.
Damage, of course, hurt
Bury much with a lot.

Rain infrequent
Reflow on the way.
Went through happiness -
Pay life.
Bullet whispered freely
On the outrage of days.
Damage, of course, hurt
Bury - with a hurt.

If you are born not a beast
Light ground sting.
Get used to, brother, to loss
If there is something to lose.

Bullet whistled wildly, freely
Friend, do not fall, not pale.
Damage, of course, hurt
Bury much with a lot.

Rain infrequent
Reflow on the way.
Went through happiness -
Pay life.
Bullet whispered freely
On the outrage of days.
To die, of course, hurt.
Bury - with a hurt.