Текст песни Михаил Круг - ...а в душе, не смолкая, всё звенят колокола

Day as a day -
Also fun rustling the leaves in the garden,
After all, until the autumn of her life, and yet live.
Smoke from the smoldering cigarette ashtray,
But in my heart ...
And I do not believe in the soul. No.

We are silent,
And no one knows how and what to say,
What one feels the confidence.
Life for you has unjustly,
And in my heart,
No tar, all the bells ringing.

Someone is drinking,
Someone attached, but do not hold back the tears.
In small, in quietly soznaёsh,
As the heat from the word good - & quot; Hello! & Quot;
In my heart,
Yes, but that's no answer.

On the hill
Photography and the even flowers,
Also cut with drops of dew,
At that do not fly bee ...
And in my heart,
No tar, all the bells ringing.