Текст песни Ольга Кузнецова - Тоже ничё так

(Marina Tsvetaeva)
I'm like a butterfly to the fire
I sought so irresistibly
In love - a magical land,
Where to call me favorite!
Where is incomparable any day,
Where I am not afraid of bad weather I would,
Beautiful country - love,
Country - love,
After all, happiness is only in it!

Came other times:
You do not, then lying without wincing.
I understood love - country,
Where every man - a pretender.
My trouble is, not wine,
What I naively sample.
Love - deceptive country,
Con country
And every inhabitant in it deceiver.

Why do I cry in front of you,
And I do not smile to the article?
Invalid country - love
There's every man - a traitor.
But again sprout grass
Through all the obstacles and adversity
Love - Spring country
Spring country!
After all, happiness is only in it,
Sometimes happiness!