Текст песни А.Градский - Песня о грехе

One water is poured,
One hand cloths
The field that grows dream about gold.
The lapels of his well-worn,
Groaning, favored by
Fruits of sin, which seemed to us a fairy tale.

And the connection
Dreams with fruit plants,
Gives an incredible harvest of sin.
Weather conditions,
Guises and estates
He certainly will not hurt.

There is a girl eh down the aisle,
Lee said the truth sage
Ripe cucumber on the field.
We sage - the cucumber,
Damsel - in the face of interest
Sin beginning, the end of the truth.

Ah, you have sinned good
And little trouble -
Create yourself an economic comfort.
After scatterbrain here and there
Ogle, go and scurry,
Ripen, fall into our hands.

Yes, sin is guilty only,
What we call sin.
So there is no sin on him - and not care.
And, so as not to grieve then,
It's time to share your experience
Anyone who wants to rule all.
And, therefore, it is necessary to water the field ...