Текст песни Т.Овсиенко - Цепочка

Gift from the taiga not so distant places
The chain on which I wear a native cross.
Of course, time treats, of course, God will forgive,
But since that last meeting my soul hurts.

The chain invisible constituently knitted us with you
Through hundreds of long burst,
The chain will warm me in Stuzh,
And the fire of distant stars will calm down.

You are me almost a peer, you almost love me,
Yes, you will store this song from trouble.
I look through the dark nights on the flames of fire,
Your chain is with me, she keeps me.

The chain invisible constituently knitted us with you
Through hundreds of long burst,
The chain will warm me in Stuzh,
And the fire of distant stars will calm down.
And the fire of distant stars will calm down.