Текст песни Sergey Pavlov - Желаю...

I wish you good luck,
Sweet, trembling and simple,
Do not receive your words
What to return pain in the temples of gray-haired.

I wish you frost,
From passersby, I will warm them.
You will warm roses
What is given only to those alone!

I wish you and evil,
What happened on it always
What would know that you are not right,
When Branch shout through yourself.

I wish in the lungs smoke
What would be pain to feel
I wish the old age to meet the gray
So together, and not cold, not in heat,

I wish to meet myself
And so quietly, eyes in the eyes,
To remember how you are not right,
How I left void ...