Текст песни Елена Свок - На счастье или на беду

For good or for evil
We had to meet.
And the heart, cutting off the bridle,
From orbit escaped.
And rattled the window
July storm
And the rain, like a flood,
Cut way back.

And fluttering moths
A candle flame.
And sailed thoughts of boredom
Your poems in the night.
And your voice is as sweet smoke
I zavlёk in fog
And bewitched them,
Put myself in your hands.

And look into your eyes,
And set fire to bridges ...
And there's really forces step back
From the point of no return.
My die is cast,
I do not cheat fate.
And from you I do not go,
Even for trouble.

And from you I do not go ...