Текст песни Алена Будович - Русское лото

To voice is not lost
Stop that bullshit
Not always with the people at the meeting
It is necessary to sing loudly

To saber fell
Stop sitting
Hand pulled from the liver
Do not stick your future

To the roof is slid
stop breathing
After all, your breath can
The others interfere

And when you see the carpet
Enough dancing
Can famously squander
And no one be

And then you go on the hill
Away from them
But why? After all, bread crust
Enough for two

On her two in abundance
On monk - no
He was in the grave propiram
Its simple lunch

A cuckoo prokukuet
As always, the
Because the path on the hill -
Russian lotto

Who will go for a walk to the river
Will grieve
It will have to return
At home again

Who will not be able to return
He did not have his
Legion possessed him
And in the words of stagnation

Will it less snails
It hides in a trench
Will bitter overstrain
Confess, pop

And the other - big fish -
All come to be silent
But eventually all need
will be responsible