Текст песни Александр Иванов - О судьбе

Stoves are launched in the bakery
And they did not get the bread,
Their not a riddled meeting,
Their not a riddled meeting,
Their inevitable meeting
And called - fate.

Stands rock, butter to bunda,
And unlucky captain.
There - here he turns - turns
He is like Vityaz on the crossroads,
They have long been close, in fact
Although far is still a ram.

I will say perplexed:
- Look, our ship is intact!
And, you never know about whom
Again, Valdaya grain is lucky,
Selected grain Valdaya
On the flock of our factory.

At the bottom there is grain Valdaya,
And the captain lies in the coffin.
Rock left Ohibaya,
He thought to take out a curve
He thought, dramatically changing the course,
What changed his fate.

But only, anyway
Fate, Miluya Ile Klyan,
It can not be reedded,
It can not be reassigned
And to deceive it, the more
Do not change in anything.