Текст песни Маевский Сергей - По лезвию ножа

Once there was a romantic in the world-soul,
I loved the free wind behind him was on everywhere.
Shirt unbuttoned - vodka, pal.
And he brought the curve on the blade of the knife.
Chorus:
On a knife blade, fragments behind,
Romance - the soul stages so the convoy.
On the edge, in a black white light
Romance - the soul, no turning back.
2.
On mountain passes, across the tundra, the taiga,
on the blue ocean - for everywhere in the lung.
A wounded heart screamed her go,
but do not stray from its path.
Chorus: same
3.
Often he stumbled, beat her lips to the blood,
And blood washing up, it goes up again.
Every year, more painful soul melted,
So far, so more carried on bends.
Chorus: same