Текст песни П.Гагарина - Моя ладонь превратилась в кулак.

Songs still unwritten how much?
Say, cuckoo, prop.
In the city I live or settlements,
Stone lie or light a star; Star ?!
Chorus:
My sun, look at me; -
My hand turned into a fist.
And if there is powder, - let the fire;
Like this!
Who will go on the trail of lonely?
Strong so bold head laid in the field, in combat.
Few who remained in blessed memory;
In the sober mind, but with a firm hand in the ranks, in the ranks.
Chorus:
My sun, look at me; -
My hand turned into a fist.
And if there is powder, - let the fire;
Like this!
Where are you now, will freestyle?
With whom are you now tender meet the dawn? Answer.
I confess that to you, but it is bad without you
The head on his shoulders - patient under the whip under the whip!
Chorus:
You, my Sun, look at me; -
My hand turned into a fist.
And if there is powder, - let the fire;
Like this!
My sun, look at me; -
My hand turned into a fist.
And if there is powder, - let the fire;
Like this!