Текст песни Серёжа Драгни - Марш Славянки

We paint the walls with you, those that divide the house into boxes
We steel, cover with a tablecloth
We are waiting for guests, trams are taking them
They are carried to us by that-that steamers
They are rushing to us hh planes
Or they drive on their mobiles
They are in such a hurry that they do not take their mobile
They are in such a hurry that they do not have time
The tea is still hot, but it's getting cold
Steel wagons are driving them to us
They are cramped like my pagons
Guests will not be soon
I like you very much closing the curtains

I dream of the city
And a hangover after drinking
Burning combo me
I'm leaving under the slovenian march
I dream of the city
Everything that was in civilian life
Don't be sad for me
I will return under the slovenian march

We write letters to each other
On the envelope risking the treble clef
And from these sheets you are so close
And from the words that I fly so low on them
Flying over the football field
From which I carried sand in my sneakers
Where it is sad, it hurts a little
From the fact that I'm in the ranks, and you are at fucking parties
But let's come my dmb and I'm home
I'm going to be unemployed and curly haired again
Mom, the year passed so fast
No son, this year has dragged on too long