Текст песни Перец - Как жизнь без весны

As life without spring, spring without leaves,
Foliage no thunderstorms, lightning and thunderstorms without?
As the years of boring without the right to love
Fly to the prize or silent groan yours.
As the years of boring without the right to love
Fly to the prize or silent groan yours.

Alas, not predskazhesh trouble, call, I'll take a blow!
Let's head for it will give itself,
Guess the price is not for me, my love ...

We love the roads are not easy,
But to us the good white moss and clover.
Happy nightingales full of longing,
And spring there are generous, returning north to us.
Happy nightingales full of longing,
And spring there are generous, returning north to us.

A land where so many partings
She suddenly we were married.
For the fact that we are true to the birds of spring,
They heard us and winter, love.