Текст песни Сбросишь с души быта хомут - сто сигарет искуришь...

Tenderness melt the ice age,
Only one sums up:
day without you, without you age -
are one and the same.
 
Lightweight my cross, my friend bitter,
it is not a mystery to us:
each of our separations -
like a lethal outcome.
 
As you come in tomorrow -
with me, whether one -
Pure ponds clean shadow
halo hovering over us.
 
Stars fly with God's epaulettes,
wind their doldonit,
coat your red fire
licks my hands.
 
Day pass, night fly ...
God's hand driven,
may again have lodges
roof of another house.
 
Discharges from the soul life clamp
İŞKUR hundred cigarettes,
but never let us understand
those who are not in our skin.