Текст песни Олег Мишин и группа ОМ - Бестия

Forged arrows from bright light;
The sun plays on them.
Scarlet colors of a sultry summer
He will bring for two.
Passion ignites in any weather.
Who beckoned and disappeared?
This, playing, flies to hunt
A petty prankster of heaven.

I'm not up to jokes -
The whole soul is on fire.

Go away!
Love poison
Runs instead of blood
Inside me...

Sharp wings bring inspiration
A world of raptures and dreams.
Few people know that the path to pleasure
Paved with marble of tears.
Aims accurately, knocks down, rejoices,
And wins again.
The wounds of languor do not bother him -
If only to shoot at the heart.

I'm not up to jokes -
The whole soul is on fire.

Fly away!
Happiness paradise
You turn to hell
Go away!
And in the chest
Sweet love poison.