Текст песни Олег Гапонов - Деревянный бушлат

We Exodus haute couture were not
Not looking model hits
We know that for us contrived
The easiest wooden jacket

But once on the red sunset
Otgremyat these dark days
And in a simple wooden pea jacket
We will be salt of the earth

Pozabudut eye fully
The severity of drunk and sticky eyelashes
These ever- open door
Prisons and mental hospitals Doors