Текст песни С.Наговицын - Вольный ветер

Not to clean , do not wash the souls of sinners ,
A fallen star does not rise.
And where is now running water springtime
No one will never understand .

Chorus:

And only free wind ,
Yes slice of the moon
Ride in a silver carriage
Throwing pink dreams.

No Mercy is no remission
Snowfall threw traces
Without wine is a treat,
A woman without any flowers .

Chorus .

Spree Indian summer in the autumn
And in the fall of hungry beasts
On the feeder Cesar throw bread ,
But crows disperse pigeons.