Lyrics Вера Полозкова - бойся мутной воды и наград за свои труды

I came to the old man Berber, that thin and saddle ,
resolve the issues , which I tormented .
& quot; I look , my son , through you, has a hot light -
And so you're not his boss.

Fear of muddy water and awards for his work ,
whether the defense rose, blue and - the dragon .
You see, the people around you are piling hells -
show them what can be different.

Remember that no opponent of the war , nor the bad rumors ,
no evil infirmities , insatiable , as if the wolf -
nothing worse than a prison of your head
never will happen to you & quot;