Текст песни Игорь Слуцкий - Не боли душа

No pain no pain no pain
Everything has passed, and it will pass.
We are off the ground
Fly into the fog without worries ...

Fly over the blue river,
On the wing over the field leaning
Taking the sky with you
Only the smell of northern herbs.

No pain no pain no pain
That we have a life-measured time.
Here is a bird looming in the distance
And over the field of autumn smoke

And over the field of blue smoke
And hunters in the fun of shooting.
Clicking easily on the trigger
Smiles our fate ............