Текст песни Филипп Киркоров - Граф Дракула

She's like a wild bird
Scared by the clink of coins
This thing invisible to the eye
There is no color or smell
Nobody really remembers anymore
Why is it given to people
Sell ​​it to me, stranger
I need her more

I repeat to you again
Think slowly, my friend
What is such a soul for
If the soul is not a penny

I repeat to you again
Think slowly, my friend
What is such a soul for
If the soul is not a penny

Whatever you dream about
Believe i have it
Any wishes, money and fame
Love and sweet flattery
Do you want me to give you eternity
Live until you get bored
Do you want me to measure in addition
Half heaven

I repeat to you again
Think slowly, my friend
What is such a soul for
If the soul is not a penny

I repeat to you again
Think slowly, my friend
What is such a soul for
If the soul is not a penny

I repeat to you again
Think slowly, my friend
What is such a soul for
If the soul is not a penny

I repeat to you again
Think slowly, my friend
What is such a soul for
If the soul is not a penny

What is such a soul for
If the soul is not a penny

I repeat to you again
Think slowly, my friend
What is such a soul for
If the soul is not a penny