Текст песни группа MODA - Хороша

And to what are you good
Burning fire with you soul
What are the eyes and lips
Before the priests thick braid
I gently thy stature clip
For chest high, I cling
And I'll gently kiss
Flowers of love with you pluck
I love you dearly
 You whisper to me more, more
But I'm tired, barely alive
I was lying with his head bowed
But again you do not defatigable
Your desire odolimo
I'm like a soldier in the ranks again
Thee I truly love
So Nirvana, rest
I lie, no longer blaze
But you lit the fire again
Pasha I like the Trojan horse
And day after day I fade
Flowers are fewer I pick
But I see your image
Again, I am torn in an unequal battle