Текст песни ВЕСНА НА УЛИЦЕ КАРЛА ЮХАНА - Любовь

I remember the death , she walks around.
Woman in white with greedy eyes.
It is white with dust flying over the world.
It will not pass either brave or sickly .

I see people , they are so cruel .
Sticky thoughts , vulgar squabbles .
They foolishly believe in the immortality of money.
Their eternal souls - pathetic shadows.

Bright stars, clear sky ,
A dense wine, the smell of bread .
We were invited to the feast , we can not wait .
Immortal souls to God rushing .