Текст песни Ефрем Амирамов - Искры в камине

Sparks lit in the fireplace, like rubies,
And fly the blue smoke.
From young, blooming, youthful
I became moody, sick and gray.

What can we do, since youth wasted?
What do we do, where do we go?
No, I can not with you, gray-eyed,
Goreme share of hard-core angst.

Better we go different roads,
Happiness their you will find at the dance.
I'll go that well-trodden footpath,
Where do I ever, ever find.

Maybe in life you meet a friend,
Stronger fall in love, than love me.
Do not extinguish the conflagration in my heart
And do not pour into my heart the fire.

Sparks in fireplaces burn like rubies,
And fly the blue smoke.
Only the villain in his old age crept
To the heart of a patient intoxicating love.