Текст песни гр. Машина Времени - Костёр

All otbolit and wise says:
"Every fire once burn out.
The wind will scatter the ashes without a trace. "

But as long as the fire burns,
Each in its own way it stores,
If the trouble and if the cold.

Once the night is long, burn barely,
And cherish the strength and the wood,
In vain do not make noise and do not damage the forest.

But sometimes there is suddenly an eccentric,
This crank will do everything wrong,
And his vzovёtsya fire to the heavens ...

Not all doresheno, still not allowed
Not all of the day faded paint
Not sorry for the fire, and God keeps me

He was smarter than who your fire sberёg,
It is warm others could not,
But lossless lived to warm days.

And you were wrong, you still burned per hour,
And an hour later a big fire extinguished,
But at this hour it was all warm.

Not all doresheno, still not allowed
Not all of the day faded paint
Not sorry for the fire, and God keeps me