Текст песни НЕва - Тюмень

Neva - Tyumen

In places swampy, yes I learned meekness,
Bear to Malina
Kamaroma exhausted, oh, yes not lucky, damn,
Tolstoy bangin will be cut
That not night - then white that is not a day - no sun
Something will be wondering, there will be time for us
Souls surposy collects aunt,
And then disperses his seed ..

Hey, Tyumen, what a dark!
Native shadow is not visible
I'm really faithful to you
My Mother, Tyumen

I am a birch birch with mimosu,
So so that in the frost to hurt
I listen to silence, ringing, gulp on the ears,
Like last year's memory
Tetushka-Metelitsa, it seems not the idleness,
Just as it can be divided - I want to cry
Dirt on the crumpled wrist with the kitomo
Streets stitch, red slush ..

Hey, Tyumen, what a dark!
Native shadow is not visible
I'm really faithful to you
My Mother, Tyumen