Текст песни Елена Касьян - Я хочу, чтоб ему везло...

I want him luck,
For through the vanity led,
To where will bend others
Evil wind died down on him,
To have someone to hug,
Where memory interferes with sleep,
Where doubt as enemies,
All believe his debts.
I want him luck,
For the past - is not evil,
Only letters from our seats,
And no fear, no tears - neighborhood.
A thousand years later,
I would become his rib,
And Eve could have been
Where the heart to pounding.
I want him luck,
To Pat wave paddle,
No people around, nor beasts,
Two rope for linen,
Marina, boat and light in the house ...
I keep thinking - what he?
The wind will whisper from the other side:
- Do not worry, he is lucky ...
The wind will whisper from the other side:
- He was, however, lucky, lucky ...