Текст песни неМодные песни - Песня привидений с городских окраин

(Word \ Music Gulikov D)

Once, only once a year,
When subside street noise,
When hooked lantern
Drags the song on the breeze.
Car horns.
When weary wail
Well, the clock area
They will start the battle to beat uterine ...

We will become a little demoniacs,
Soaring up balloons,
Flying tailed comets,
Above the sleeping that night.
We leave Earth boring,
And hiding a dark cloud,
Fly gusts prickly,
Fly away from here!

We are the ones who are hiding in the quiet,
Who in the morning in a hurry hurry
Fence off the wall thoroughly,
From the evil of many people.
We vermin peaceful cities,
We sat down to a common table
And we begin to feast,
Our Nutty Ball ...