Текст песни Фёдор Маливанов - НАМИ ГОРДЯТСЯ НАШИ ДУШИ

We will deal with our souls
In their disappearing distillation dims
Their flying world is better
Watch from there to us sad
In the out dawn and water in the trim
Old parquet on the ground of the house
In vain, do not look in heaven sullen
And do not shout to grumble

Well, let it all the cabins
Sinking but then
The sun will go up and you will be
Again to the river breeze dune
Just live and love just
Just lose and find again
Just start the end and core
Sincere will be a simple word

We are proud of our souls
Our hearts that frying lights
Our flying world is lost
Our flourishing color is bright!

bright!
bright!
bright!
bright!