Текст песни ВЕСНА НА УЛИЦЕ КАРЛА ЮХАНА - Любовь

I remember the death , it goes next .
Woman in white with greedy eyes .
It is white with dust flying over the world .
It will not pass either brave or frail .

I see people who are so cruel .
Sticky thoughts , vulgar squabbles .
They foolishly believe in the immortality of money.
Their eternal souls - pathetic shadows.

Bright stars, clear sky ,
Dense wine , the smell of bread .
We were invited to the feast , we can not wait .
The immortal soul to God rushing .