Текст песни Вадим Егоров - Не дай мне Бог

Do not give me God to know your treason!
Live as you know: near, far away -
But only be coin the undinal
In my blood compressed fist.
And on the immense, the immortal highway,
where we throw on uhabam days,
do not do me, poor, poores -
Do not roll out of the hands, do not get lost.

Me like a sheet, for the sorces
In me, it's not a smallest square gam,
when earthly damn strength
Molds me to your legs.
And the tribal action began,
in which anyone could act
when love I would fall out -
My white verse, my second childhood.

She enveloped me like smoke
from just a conscuted Cadyl,
And the whole world contraded himself,
And at the same moment I was invisible to them.
And therefore, the suffering measuring
Whole this world, that Pyshin and Rug,
Do not give me God, pray, do not give me God,
Do not give me God to know your treason!