Текст песни Дмитрий Бикчентаев - Нам слишком много вынести дано..

We make too much given -
Navorozhila mother fate
We drink wine bitter separation
Without the taste of farewell on his lips.

We remember this day like a dream,
Who looked and forgot,
And the only one who lives as we liked,
Understand the distance leaving the squadron.

We have something to regret and much to lose:
For an eye - eye, a tooth for a tooth gone.
We left a lot of time at the bottom,
But we have not forgotten how to win.

So is dating destiny,
We will meet all shall discuss,
And if it is necessary to repeat again
It has long been familiar words.

We make too much given -
Navorozhila mother fate
We drink wine bitter separation
Without the taste of farewell on his lips.

Dmitry Bikchentaev