Song of the hot metal


I need a native piece of heaven,
Understanding of the business,
And yet - your smile to me,
More I do not need anything.

Chorus:
Beautiful forest and field, and flowers,
Beautiful forest and field, and flowers,
Sandy ples, and a boat mooring,
But the world is not perfect beauty,
But the world is not perfect beauty,
The hot metal beauty!

You do not rvis forward, all looking,
its time to come to all,
But in their favorite business
Be sure to go out to the master.

Chorus.

Every day evening out the old,
Differently to sing and to live,
And the soul, guys, not the guitar -
Seven strings it does not put.

Chorus.