Do not be afraid ,
The drum beat ,
To cheerful rhythm rolled in small shot .
on the sand
Sparks to the heather
To fire burned over his head , and blood
There was love, if current.
Scheduled march to the East
Away where insanely easy.
Land without touching the soles
Possible to run there ,
Where there is no simple or complex ,
And the time - water .
Stay forever without a past ,
With a beatific smile
Bobbing on the waves to slow
Lazy fish.
Not Tupi ,
Cheerful Lupi ,
So most do not become skin for the drum.
And the soul
Body said : & quot; Sha ! & Quot;
Maybe good, but far nirvana .
We will live - cherish
Each passing day .
Winter , feasting ,
Fun to sing ...
Land without touching the soles
Possible to run there ,
Where there is no simple or complex ,
And the time - water .
Stay forever without a past ,
With a beatific smile
Bobbing on the waves to slow
Lazy fish.
Do not whistle ,
Happiness and joy
Would be redundant, that is, with a trolley car .
over the fire
On the coast, including
We all dance , sing well, of course.
Well, from the heart,
As screaming kids ,
From love oshalev
Gryanem choir chorus .
Land without touching the soles
Possible to run there ,
Where there is no simple or complex ,
And the time - water .
Stay forever without a past ,
With a beatific smile
Bobbing on the waves to slow
Lazy fish.