Текст песни Иваси - Флюгер моих ветров

Weathervane my wind
Arrow tin
The threads of my ways
To plot easily.
Rose of my wind
Too constant -
Blowing one there,
Blowing the other here.

Tears of my rain
Bute cheeks angrier,
Every autumn leaf
I am crying in my yard.
Tears of my rain
Surely have
The maximum in September,
The maximum in September.

Rivers of my hopes
So affluent in May ...
Is Well, I was guilty
The fact that from year to year
Rivers of my hopes,
Poobmelev, fall
In the sea of ​​my worries,
In the sea of ​​my worries.

Apparently, my climate
Very continental.
Who will manage to me
Right to predict,
What is waiting for me in the year -
Joy il sadness
Will the me warm,
Will the cold me ...