Текст песни Андрей Макаревич - Костёр

All otbolit wise says:
Each fire once burn out
The wind will scatter the ashes without a trace
But as long as the fire burns
Each in his own way stores
If the trouble, and if the cold

Every night is long plait barely
And guard forces and firewood
In vain do not make noise and do not spoil the forest
But sometimes there is suddenly an eccentric
This crank will do everything wrong
And his vzovёtsya fire to the skies

Not all doresheno, not everything is permitted
Not all faded paint of the day
It did not pity the fire, and God keeps me

He was smarter than who your fire sberёg
It is warm others could not
But lossless lived to warm days
And you were wrong, you're still burned per hour
And an hour later a big fire extinguished
But this time was warm everybody

Not all doresheno, not everything is permitted
Not all faded paint of the day
It did not pity the fire, and God keeps me