Текст песни М.Круг - Искры в камине...

Sparks lit in the fireplace, like rubies,
And fly the blue smoke.
From young, blooming, youthful
I became moody, sick and gray.

What can we do, since youth is wasted,
What do we do? Where do we go?
No, I can not with you, gray-eyed,
Goreme divided by malicious melancholy.

Better we go different roads,
Happiness to you my find dances,
I'll go that well-trodden footpath,
Where are you I'll never find ...

Maybe in life you meet a friend,
Stronger fall in love, than love me,
Do not extinguish the conflagration in my heart
And do not pour into my heart the fire.

Sparks lit in the fireplace, like rubies,
And fly the blue smoke.
Only the villain in his old age crept up
To the heart of a patient intoxicated love ...