Текст песни Саша Прохоров - Песенка о безоглядной любви

Lucky you, now in gold,
In the warm rhyze, in the still waters ..
Do not give birth, do not burn in fires,
Streets are merciful in your room.

Drozofil ash was not paid
The shadow of yours is in four corners.
Told me: do not disturb her ..
All one died, with cereal ..

Skins skin - look! Koshuya
Not a mature you, brother, where did you go on it?
I'm in my face, let him not tease
Let it be silent, a fool, since it is not placed.

Pascida has a half-comrade.
Vodka is spied in the morning from the cemetery.
We go to the furs now Gogol,
We sold our third eye to God.