Два тайма - автор Валентин Гафт - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

I will say that: who did not play football, that happiness did not experience it. Playing the whistle - not by order, from the flour of anyone you gets rid of a goal. He will raise the spirit to you, rumors. All the muscles will be revitalized, tighten your nerves. A passion will return to those who have long walked, want to love immeasurable. To see, give a partner the exact pass, be able to open up, guess the movement, drive the ball into the grid to make us embrace us, leaving the wonderful moments in memory. I walked the school at the stadiums, and I'm in the crowd of cast-iron - to a breakthrough. I remember on the goal every slip, all the other misses forgetting. II And now two teams go on the field. I do not know what the game will end. Green scene - all of their roles. On the backs of the surname and rooms. How everything is like a football in this life: drops, bruises, then a rapid takeoff. For each our step, no matter how he live, life with each of us will reduce his scores. No people come to the field, and gods - hardly there are other words. Lovely faces, but most importantly - legs, when the head is given to them. Being a faithful team one is holy. It is a pity: who you have managed to love, to another country, to sell it for another salary and can buy it. Football like war! Let shudder with excitement sound like prayer, Russia, your hymn. Two half delight, two half patience. I believe Russia, what we will win!