Текст песни Виктор Верстаков - Мы ищем счастие свое

We are looking for their own happiness,
but it turns out again -
one to her for the tip,
the other to him the hilt.
And let the wine flow stream,
we will remember again,
it to yourself over the edge,
and you are to him the hilt.
And let love do not repeat,
how sweet were the flour,
we love only those,
who slashed his hands the blood.
They did not,
it forces the mind.
They could and life - nothing
at the feet of you to stop immediately.
And the feeling of his first
hands trying to hold,
one to her for the tip,
the other to him the hilt.
And let love do not repeat,
how sweet were the flour,
we love only those,
who slashed his hands the blood.
We are looking for your happiness,
but it turns out again -
one to her for the tip,
the other to him the hilt.