Текст песни Юрий Лорес - Про судьбу

Anyway I fate

Catching out, catchies.

There is a prison, and here

Proceedings, Proceedings.

Again lips to blood,

The heart beats that there are urine.

For escape these nights

And not at all for love.

My head session -

Walked, walked.

Would not run out yes fate

commanded, commanded.

And herself horses in the gallop -

I never had anyone.

You kiss me on the lips,

And fate kisses in the forehead.

What, you can see, we are with you

Beying, disheveled.

I'm not fighting with fate -

Exhausted, exhausted.

Lot chosen any

Nothing is sorry now.

One hundred stories I fled,

And you want about love.

Yes, unreleased fate

The world is ruled, the world rules.

Then prison, and then sons

The soul is poisoning, the soul is torture.

And with blood excitement

We are waiting for the century

Unsuccessful escape

and unfulfilled love.