Текст песни Николай Парфенюк - лю-ли лю-ли

What a month, in number,
For fate rainy?
It is necessary, as not lucky -
With a cracking of the paddle,
Popolas flooding.

Here aregus now and right.
Night. The weather is bad.
Wind - Yav, and waves - yawn.
Brooch the boat, throw the flood
Across the flow.

Not to cry in the voice here
Above fate confusing.
Feet are intact, hands are,
I am perfectly assembled all -
Broken, crumpled, frightened.

Through a storm and trouble,
As the river nor foamed,
I'm going to go.
I will not let you down.
I will. Be sure!

At night merge. With the robe merge.
Waves beat, do not lick.
What shines me? What threatens?
Who is there in black all costs
What kind of sobs are heard?

What kind of strange river?
Shore as a vision
Not an exhaust, not bow ...
Demolish to hell on horns
Wind, night, flow.

What is this trembling?
Stiffer arm straight.
Waves entirely, completely and darkness ...
How did you survive,
If I do not swim out?