Текст песни Петр Налич - Ах не болело сердце

Oh, do not hurt the heart,
In a furious pace shoulders shaking
Dancing, dancing, funny words -
That's all so fond of you .

May you , you do not have a spark of God ,
And why do I love you ?
And why do you prefer sports?
Rolling, rolling life on an inclined board.

Come -ka out of the room ( c'mon, c'mon )
Squash you with a thought knocks
Poses preposterous that coquetry
During your old

May you , you do not have a spark of God ,
And why do I love you ?
And why do you prefer sports?
Rolling, rolling life on an inclined board.

May you , you do not have a divine spark .
And charm, if there was, dried up.
Dried up all the charm.
So dull boom of the poet's heart .
On the iron heart of the poet.