Текст песни Ирина - Судьба

Cigarette smoke melts in the fog
And the world will appear in reality
I still live in self-deception
With hope for the best I live.
But miracles happen only in fairy tales,
In reality, there is no place for fairy tales.
After all, someone sees a colored life in colors
And I'm just a gray color.

Fate please let me steer a little.
Why you beat me so painfully.
I'm tired of the road with pits,
The one along which you lead me.

Now with a stone to the bottom, then I fly up with an arrow
But for a while this height.
Jokes are bad with fate, I know
You won’t run away, but do not spin.
The morning will come and the dreams will melt
So day after day my dear friend.
And there are no more verses, there is prose left
I go to the circle again.