Текст песни Игорь Слуцкий - Не боли душа

Not pain soul is not pain
Everything passed - and it will pass.
We will converge from the ground
Fly in fog without worries ...

Fly over the blue river,
On the wing over the field
Taking into the sky
Only the smell of northern herbs.

Not pain soul is not pain
What our life is a deadline.
Here and the bird looms in Dali
And over the field of autumn smoke

And above the blue smoke field
And hunters in the joy of shooting.
Pushing easy to pieces
Smiling our fate ............