Текст песни Алексей Иващенко - Мы жжем сердца охотой...

We zhzhёm heart hunting,
But victory is bitter to us,
When the deer kill a proud knight.
After something like Firebird,
Slipping out of your hands,
And do not give victory to enjoy.

We zhzhёm minds of science -
Why did the fruit of labor
We do not bring satisfaction?
After something like Firebird,
From the hand, squeezed again,
Disappear, promelknuv by persons shadow.

We zhzhёm soul love,
We go hand in hand.
Cupid in high esteem, the sages in the paddock!
But you will find love
It is only what you are looking for,
The rest did not hold back in his hands ...

We believe that it will be able to still catch.
Catch the tail,
In his hands clench with a crunch
It is not futile
All the efforts of love ...
So why in his hands empty again?