Текст песни Александр Рублёв - Затяжку одну...

Cold winds rocked the boat to the bottom
First snow last fall one more puff
and walk a couple of miles beyond the mountains to see the sunset
on the top of the mountain there is a cross and under it an unknown soldier ...
who has not been there will never understand
How dear is a mother who calls home to her homeland
How dear are the words from which I ran away a couple of years ago
How expensive are the eyes that could not look, bastard
A torn soul spreads like a white blanket
from the height of the flight of birds and bloody wounds
With an empty chest but full of pockets
Snow fell like a red veil on a pile
overabundance of hormones, youth diagnosis
drunken with bats broken leg yes broken nose
then in a fit of passion and intoxicated intoxication
it seemed we couldn't be broken it was fun ...

I remember feeding a young chick from the palm of my hand
There was no problem, life was a fuck
and now stumbling on one every time
More and more I understand every second condom here
As people change, so do I
Who is this nonsense for me this is not bullshit
Everyone would hold out his hand to everyone
and now pride is choking to see I don't want this bitch
Resentment presses on whiskey would strangle with his own hands
shoulder to shoulder were once friends
and standing on the edge of the cliff inhale a piece of air
where the sun sets, I could not go higher ...
the word friendship on the cross is scratched with nails
Traces of the past have disappeared, I remained ... alas, not with you
Cold winds rocked the boat to the bottom
the first snow, the last autumn, and another puff ...