Текст песни Алексей Иващенко - Мы жжём сердца охотой

We burn the hearts of hunting,
But our victory is bitter,
When the deer kill a proud knight.
After something like Firebird,
Slipping from his hands,
And does not enjoy the victory.
We burn the minds of science -
Why did the fruits of labor
We do not bring satisfaction?
After something like Firebird,
From hands clamped again
Disappear, promelknuv of persons shadow.
We love zhzhem soul,
We go hand in hand.
Cupid's premium, the sages in the paddock!
But you will find love
It is only what you are looking for,
And the rest do not hold back in his hands ...
We believe that it is still able to capture.
Catch the tail,
In his hands clench with a crunch
It is not futile
All the efforts of love ...
So why in his hands again empty?