Текст песни Слуцкий Игорь - На роду написано ему

Smoldering cigarette , turning to ash
Outside the window darkens, the wind howled there
He is looking for stray , and he does not know
In the sky ahead of the pack hopelessly
And when he gets tired a little in the morning
Dog evil lies at the threshold
All zalizhet wounds again as being
Yes, in the morning a little drunk in the distance and carry

Destined him
sinner fate
Always be on one of life
Wind in the open field
A sad tears spiked heart
Do not let go
And bitter because he drinks
a night hugging

He's wants can be infinite in the race
What would someone listened to his cardio
Worried quietly a tender hand
Not then he would have walked with a night of intoxicating
Smiling brothers wind does not go
All afraid of him , side skirt
So one straying he wanders around the world
On one dreaming to meet happiness somewhere

Destined him
sinner fate
Always be on one of life
Wind in the open field
A sad tears spiked heart
Do not let go.
And bitter because he drinks
a night hugging