Текст песни Ефрем Амиралов - Молодая

I don't look about fate, the best storing in myself
And recognition to you annoying.
Habitual to pain wounds, I will forgive your deception
Well you are in the song in Gypsy
Young, eh young.

Explain not explain
And live as if you sleep
And in the insomnia you sin for some reason
And with you next to who?
And you hope for what?
After all, in this life, everything is not
Even a miracle, Eh, even a miracle.

Just me learn you
How to live,
With whom it is not to sleep, and with whom to be friends.
All gaday
What is the word "honor",
And somewhere nonsense, but somewhere flattery.
After all, you are the right, what is
Young, eh young!

Do not say anything,
Without afraid to burn the horns!
Well, in the fire of your love disappearing,
All in you bless you
Happiness soul poisoning
I just love you.
Young, eh young.