Текст песни Линкевич Сергей - Счастье рядом

How little do I need for happiness !?
That would be a white bathhouse, but he was half full.
For Mother to be healthy, and happy
And what for what, to feel ashamed!

I'm for the smoke by the fire, and by the river banks
I would give all the acquired benefits!
I am for the whisper of birches, and the whitest crunch of snow
With a smile, I would go through all the circles of hell!

Did you even know the smell of mown hay?
Have you waved the Lithuanian woman at least once?
You are so often afraid of an empty exchange ...
I'm on it, I stumbled more than once!

And it's cool sometimes, pour wine over a sip!
And dance in the smoke of the clubhouse
Sounds like a storm hysterical.
But a drunken herd rules there ...

And it's good to go to the seashore, where there is white sand
Where it is always warm, and bananas on a palm tree.
Let's just say ... To the Far East!
Or an island in the middle of Oceania.

But there is no open space of Siberia
And you cannot hear the taiga ECHA.
You go hot all countries in the world
And you are looking for a more wonderful land in vain ...

And it's not about the edge
And probably not in the smoke of fires
We wear that happiness and a handful of paradise
In our souls, and the crunch of steps in the snow.