Александр Кузнецов — Фортуна song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Фортуна" by Александр Кузнецов.
Lyrics
И завертелось колесо, и опалило висок,
И Бог не Дьявол, не знал куда занесёт,
И Бог не Дьявол, не знал на какое число сфартило.
А где-то пела метель, в домах стелили постель,
А ты по миру ходил искать ту дверь,
А ты искал, но дороги свинцовым дождём размыло.
Жизнь перекати-поле, за верстою верста,
Уносит ветер волю горький запах костра,
И память, девка глупая, в пути адресат забыла.
Но не забыло сердце, через реку паром,
Там за добро, как водится, ответят добром,
Но бьёт кайлом паромщик, та река подо льдом застыла.
И завертелось колесо, и опалило висок,
И Бог не Дьявол, не знал куда занесёт,
И Бог не Дьявол, не знал на какое число сфартило.
А где-то пела метель, в домах стелили постель,
А ты по миру ходил искать ту дверь,
А ты искал, но дороги свинцовым дождём размыло.
И завертелось колесо, и опалило висок,
И Бог не Дьявол, не знал куда занесёт,
И Бог не Дьявол, не знал на какое число сфартило.
А где-то пела метель, в домах стелили постель,
А ты по миру ходил искать ту дверь,
А ты искал, но дороги свинцовым дождём размыло.
А где-то пела метель, в домах стелили постель,
А ты по миру ходил искать ту дверь,
А ты искал, но дороги свинцовым дождём размыло.
Ты долго по земле босое счастье искал.
Lyrics translation
And the wheel spun, and singed the temple,
And God is not the Devil, he didn't know where he was going,
And God is not the Devil, did not know what was spartia.
And somewhere a snowstorm sang, beds were made in the houses,
Did you go around the world looking for that door,
And you searched, but the roads were washed away by leaden rain.
Life is a tumbleweed, a mile away,
The wind blows away the bitter smell of the fire,
And the memory, stupid girl, in the way of the recipient forgot.
But not forgotten heart, across the river ferry,
There for good, as usual, will respond with good,
But the ferryman beats Kyle, that river is frozen under the ice.
And the wheel spun, and singed the temple,
And God is not the Devil, he didn't know where he was going,
And God is not the Devil, did not know what was spartia.
And somewhere a snowstorm sang, beds were made in the houses,
Did you go around the world looking for that door,
And you searched, but the roads were washed away by leaden rain.
And the wheel spun, and singed the temple,
And God is not the Devil, he didn't know where he was going,
And God is not the Devil, did not know what was spartia.
And somewhere a snowstorm sang, beds were made in the houses,
Did you go around the world looking for that door,
And you searched, but the roads were washed away by leaden rain.
And somewhere a snowstorm was singing, beds were being made in the houses,
Did you go around the world looking for that door,
And you searched, but the roads were washed away by leaden rain.
You're long on the ground barefoot I looked for happiness.