Текст песни Валерий Алябьев - На вершине судьбы

to tell fortunes to life,
Wrinkling be thin.
We jokingly climbed
On top of fate,
And on top of a rock
No bushes, no grass,
Only the sky in the darkness
All over the head.
At the war in heaven,
As if the lightning in a row,
Behind the wall the wall
Dall guys.
They are not the woman's mother,
They were not one hundred grams of dose:
Either will wonder
Either beat hand.
Either will prophesy,
Whether they croak
We are the white nights,
That black days
Something whispered about honor
And about the death to the world,
It is only the ears,
And you come to the court.
Let not sing and cry
Destined us together,
On feather beds to sleep,
A shiver in the rain.
You run into the sunset,
You save yourself away,
My legs are like hell
In this stone rooted.
Who will kill it,
We now do not understand,
They plucked wings
Only the feathers fly.
They fall down
What is white in the yard.
I was only rain,
I'll be back in November.
As osvoyus in the game,
Tell fortunes to life!