Текст песни Саиб - На потеху

We horseflies of rumors, fear to trust,
For the weak and weak-willed before the eyes of love;
The lack of shock, stroke stiff felts
Do not allow your hands to catch the stars to us.
 
Whether for fun, shamelessly condemn
People whose freethinking feelings about blood.
They are difficult to understand, to slander them is not difficult,
 They're worthless. It seemed to kind of ...

Reflex repulse new feelings,
Afraid to make mistakes .... At some time already ?!
False and are lying, and Nastola skillfully
That the polygraph does not expose the contrived phrases

We do not know how to forgive! All evil in the box!
 The solid head rags, but trash.
He died romantic, considering Saturn's rings ...
There was only a skeptic on the sins of fun!