Текст песни Максим Аншуков - Маленький Будда

Birds in your clothes
you like me from nowhere
I like you full of hope
Sloves in your hands, slamming hands ...

Flowers themselves fall in garlands
What will not be with us
Orange day calls in rites
where the heart is clean for business
Sloves in your hands, slamming hands ...

Slaboles in your hands Little Buddha
Laugh, so the wind loves your voice
no easier than Neshi and so it is difficult
Long our way, thin like hair
Slothers in your hands, slamming hands ....

where the space rattles the chains
Sing the burnt singing roads
But everyone is your step in the beginning
where they dance deaf gods
Sloves in your hands, slamming hands ...

Slaboles in your hands Little Buddha
Birds in your clothes
you like me from nowhere
I like you full of hope
I like you from nowhere
You like I am full of hope.