Текст песни Ростислав Чебыкин - Красота

Poor and bored life
It is difficult and sad way.
Old easel creaks,
There is nothing to return debts.
It does not matter,
If one day
From the depths of the canvas
The beauty will appear.

Fish fire war,
Grozny prince tries,
Monsters crawl from darkness,
Dirt generates dirt.
How many saved,
Not fading
In the disastrous summer
Clean beauty.

Faithful and eternally
Light unknown fear.
The name will forget let
The wind displays the dust.
But incessant
All Mirozdania
Taja protects
Eternal beauty.