Текст песни Перец - Как жизнь без весны

Like life without spring, spring without leaves,
Foliage no storm, and the storm without lightning?
As the years of boring without the right to love
Fly to the call or mute your moan.
As the years of boring without the right to love
Fly to the call or mute your moan.

Alas, not predskazhesh trouble, call, I'll take a blow!
Let's head for this give himself,
Guessing the price is not for me, my love ...

Roads of Love We are not easy,
But to us the kind White moss and clover.
Happy nightingales full of longing,
And vёsny generous, returning north to us.
Happy nightingales full of longing,
And vёsny generous, returning north to us.

Land where so many separations
We got married very suddenly.
Because we are true birds of spring,
They heard us and winter, favorite.