Текст песни Виктор Верстаков - Мы ищем счастие свое

We are looking for your happiness,
and it turns out again -
one to himself for the island,
another to his hilt.
And let the wine flowing stream,
we will again recall
it to him for the tip,
and you to him the hilt.
And let not love again,
How sweet were flour,
we will love only those,
who slashed his hands into the blood.
They did everything wrong,
it forces the mind.
They could and life - nothing
the feet once you quit.
And the feeling of his first
trying to hold in their hands,
one to himself for the island,
another to his hilt.
And let not love again,
How sweet were flour,
we will love only those,
who slashed his hands into the blood.
We are looking for your happiness,
and it turns out again -
one to himself for the island,
another to his hilt.