Текст песни Александр Заславский - Бойцы

These are the fighters - rushed by bushes
But together, the ear cooked
All the same turn into pile
You have discovered your eyes together.

You are in the sky one road
What color from the rainbow the main
May each have their own freedom
Before time, each equal.

Happiness live writing songs
Opening another road
You will stay together in place
The words of the gift exhausted by God.

No reasonable and not reasonable
All this time
Sometimes suddenly, this will flash
To the moon tented verses.

No in the light of simple and complex
No in the light of straight and false
In every row, even
Happiness is hot, cold, forever.