Текст песни Александр Софронов,Юлия Матвеенко - Растет Душа

grows soul

Music Sofronov
Poems S. Kaplan

I have to close beyond the clouds too,
Before sinless sky seven miles way.
Poorly only that while the soul - shorty
Why the soul and not to grow?
No one in the benefit and not for the sake of,
Without calculation - bad or good,
Trusting only iodine and honey,
Quietly grows to the sky shower.

Grows soul grows soul
 

More of the world is not bad weather,
And especially in late life is good,
Where premonition sulfur where the taste of soda,
Where the cold breath of vitamin C.
Neither greed is no longer important, nor jealousy,
It does not matter - where gold, where copper.
And whether it is spirituality or spiritual -
still it does not see.

Grows soul grows soul