Текст песни Сергей Котлов - Как пахлава твои слова

How baklava your words

How baklava your words
And the look was bright
Oh Death, your hand is tender
Features don't make you angry.
And I go, renouncing doom,
I'm even glad
What do you lead, bypassing the lies
And straight to hell.

And here in hell they live in harmony
The fires are full
Who succeeded, who sang songs,
Not psalms
Who appreciated life, and did not filter,
Afraid of steps
Who was bolder, loved people,
Not gods.

Here are those who lived and did not grieve
For a dashing pound.
Those who dared those the world tormented
For a thought, for a riot!
Their ashes scattered on the fires,
But the spirit lives!
Yes, here are all those who tore and eat
The Forbidden fruit.

Is the sin heavy, but laughter is heard
And he is cheerful!
Everything is on fire here, everything is boiling here:
Major is strong!
And forever (that was then
Trouble)
Live in this land, leaving paradise
God came down.

Sergey Kotlov
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