Текст песни Эдуард Изместьев - То черна, а то бела жизни полоса

A flock of crows circling Yes on wasteland
Do not disturb you my devils, darling.
The flavor of the smoke from the fire on his lips bitter,
I lost my happiness keys.

Could not find a single, God-given,
That was all my relatives and hope.
Windbreaks went instead rides,
Fly gave the hot tears fall.

Chorus:
What is black and the white stripe of life,
Do not idle talk, destiny, my exuberant hair.
Do not fly, trouble, and around and around,
Do not overpower the crow clear falcon!

What is black and the white stripe of life,
Do not idle talk, destiny, my exuberant hair.
Do not fly, trouble, and around and around,
Do not overpower the crow clear falcon!