Текст песни Дельта - 14 - Мотылек

Butterfly,
Not merged
Whim of fate,
Flew to the fire
On the covenant.
For what you, Lord,
Put this nonsense
In our bright foreheads?

Having fun from the soul
Immerse yourself in Miži
Friendly choir.

Again Davit
From Natuga
On the brake leg.
All will deliver
On Kon.
Boogie Woogie.
On the mountain, on conscience,
On laughter, on bow,
On trouble, for centuries ...

We loved the nefple.
We were carried like a waterfall.
Everyone lived like Pharaoh.

Oh yeah yes goyda
Who threw the network?
And what is your catch?
After all, clay is not copper,
And the bog -
Not a pit, not a ditch, not ditch.

Inseparable
And the most healthy bulls
Sunset fate
In Ravioli.
If the hour is on fun,
That is a trumpet.
I see I'm not ready,

Waiting for news
As unborn guests
From free slave.

From these pores
Moth, did not celebrate the whim of fate,
Flew to the fire ...