Текст песни Несчастный Случай - Снежинка

Duet nonprofit songs & quot; Two against the wind & quot;

Over the fire flies snowflake,
Like a huge gray helicopter.
Raschirikalas vein on his temple.
Everything passes, and it will pass.
Played out in the taiga weather,
Here in July with the weather disaster.
I have not seen friends for half a year.
I had never seen his wife.

From under the snow naroyu Moroshek,
Heating of and suck the juice.
Quiet dry peas in footcloths
And the tent Mighty piece.
We do not change their habits
Away from the birth-houses:
In my backpack fat and matches
And Turgenev eight volumes.

But you, my gentle peri,
My reliable safety hook.
Through the years, snow and blizzard
I'll give to this song.
Let the melody rushes like a bird
Let her tell you too much,
I put that on your capital
Here is such a taiga instrument!

At the station, put and alleys,
On Moslift, Moskontsert and Mosgaz.
Luzhkov with his jubilee
I put eight pesyat times.
At miserable your judgment.
On shameless metropolitan mess.
And separately, with great pleasure
I put on the Moscow & quot; Spartacus & quot ;.

Do not you understand, living in apartments
Piderasam, styudentam, the Jews,
Beauty of the world,
Where we wander alone, man!
Where do not like words and grimaces.
And similar to the plane
Over the fire flies snowflake,
Like a huge gray helicopter.