Текст песни Машина времени - Охотники за удачей

We are marching in the given
What is not very much and you will reach
We waited in ambush for years
Despite the snow and rain
We are in the water ice do not cry
And in the flames almost burn
We hunters for good luck
Bird color ultramarine
We hunters for good luck
Bird color ultramarine
They say that over the years
Bluebird trail disappeared and
That in the annals of native wildlife
This creature is no trace
They say that in distant lands
She leaned forever
But I declare right
This is nonsense
Once we declare right
This is nonsense
Blue birds do not become less
Just in view of recent days
Too many men and women
Became foolish to chase after her
And she had to be careful
To save your freedom
And now it is almost impossible
Meet her on the way
And now it is almost impossible
Meet her on the way
Became frightening the bird of luck
And do not believe the human hand
And how it to be otherwise
Poachers and here and there
Podkradeshsya she deceive
And now forever gone
And only the sky beckon you
Blue sweep of its wing
And only the sky beckon you
Blue sweep of its wing
And then something - the sky beckon you
Blue sweep of its wing
And then something - the sky beckon you
Blue sweep of its wing