Текст песни Ольга Таранюк - Погадайте

Rogue to me along the road lines,
Predict the happiness of the curves of the streets,
With the horizon of the confused threshold
And the train station is a busty frost.

Bottles are empty,
Do not forget about the sowned date.
Middly collected days
Repeat all laws of the Mirozdanya.

Spread all the bad weather faithful fate
And the Chervona Shala Mashy Take away from the trouble.
Shaolden Aloe Nakinu I stolen dawn.
In the morning, early, and deceit, suddenly the answer will be

Rogue to me along the road lines,
On the rustling of fallen leaves in the park.
Promises of all future alarms
I accept as invaluable gifts.