Текст песни Омар Хайям - Бытует мнение, что счастье - это дар

There is an opinion that happiness is a gift
And wisdom is the pain of mistakes, a fee.
If only we knew exactly where we will find
And they would know exactly where we will lose it,
Wouldn't a spark ... we fan the fire!
I often asked in my evening prayers:
The father of the universe is moth ...
I often regret what I say
And rarely that I am silent!
Friends flattering speeches, laudatory odes,
As a rule, we are corrupted,
Enemy threat and bad weather
We are being treated, sober, and corrected.
Who does not appreciate happiness
He is close to misfortune
Who does not value time - to oblivion,
The prophet echoed us:
"Do not forget the lesson -
To whom everyone owes their appearance. "
I see snow-white glare in my dreams
Like a swarm of cobwebs enveloping me
They try, as if they are looking for recognition,
Forgetting that they have tamed me long ago.
I can hear Aligoria's cry so clearly
As the slogan of prayer is memorized,
Who will become a lamb at the slaughter of God,
And who is the mighty autocrat ...
If we cherished our culture,
Without letting vice land
On our heads to the platforms for thoughts,
Don't let evil doom sound ...
The great victory that humanity knows
Victory is not over death, and believe, not over fate,
You were given a point by the judge that the heavenly court judges,
Only one victory - victory over oneself.