Текст песни Кучин Иван - Судьба

What to say now when the doors are closed
When in the Black Dahl I drew the funnels
When happiness is your garbage breakdown
When the last one is your free day

Ah, the fate of thieves - no rest
You sorry, dear, for the separation of me
Be patient, I'm not missing without me
We all go under God, but not everyone will be taken to paradise

What to say now if we know both
That everything can happen for such a long time.
But, if you swore to be faithful to the coffin,
So in my heart you lit a light.

What to say now, but do the doors
And I will go to you - only you call
And who was not in prison, he does not know how
That price does not know this love