Текст песни Пой для меня лишь пой - Примадонна

Like a wounded bird
With golden plumage,
Thou shalt go to the platform,
And I see, I see you happy.
Sing, sing to me a diva.
Sing a wounded soul diva.
Dying every time
Laugh in the face of fate, the prima donna.
Do not get used to you, diva,
To play the terrible and simple -
Be a star.

And his tired eyes,
Crowned tears
You will leave you in this room
And if you see a dream, but the dream faded.
Here it is, the last battle, the prima donna.
Sing to his fate, diva.
Laugh in the face of fate, the prima donna.
Do not get used to you, diva,
To play the terrible and funny
Always be one.

Give strength to the sky,
To drain the cup to the dregs.
Where you have not been,
She had poured the wine.
She shouted: & quot; Bravo! & Quot; -
For quirky farce
Raising a glass
For a happy ending!
Bravo, a diva!