Текст песни Андрей Макаревич и Квартал - Костер

All otbolit wise and says:
Each fire once burn out
The wind will scatter the ashes without a trace
But as long as the fire burns
Each in its own way it stores
If the trouble and if the cold

Every night is long plait barely
And cherish the power and firewood
In vain do not make noise and do not damage the forest
But sometimes there is suddenly an eccentric
This crank will do everything wrong
And his vzovёtsya fire to the skies

More doresheno not all, not everything is permitted
Did not all faded paint of the day
More not pity the fire, and God keeps me

He was smarter than who your fire sberёg
It is warm others could not
But lossless lived to warm days
And you were wrong, you still burned per hour
And an hour later a big fire extinguished
But at this hour was warm everybody

More doresheno not all, not everything is permitted
Did not all faded paint of the day
More not pity the fire, and God keeps me