Текст песни Редкая птица - Пока не умрем

Vladimir Muromtsev

I do not know why we came up with this game,
If you can live without shooting live targets.
If you can find one person in the crowd,
From which do not need to hide the love and longing.

I'm afraid, you're afraid of, and he - a hopeless coward
Though looking at her blue eyes with fear.
There is one in the world, surprisingly long taste:
This taste of your lips, it's an apple and dew.

     We will love each other, until we die,
     It is not going to die from this love.

Where there is no one living on nettle grows breasts.
Where there is no one to wait you will not see the fire in the night.
Wait out the darkness before they reach me, having lived.
We will be back to where the river begins the path.