Текст песни Солдат Семёнов - Сестра

Magi will come and shake their beards
And they will bleat with their flocks

She will write them on flats and on attendance
Where everyone will be accepted without quarantine and a certificate

She will place commas and periods
And blows pocket lines in the wind

And she will roll from herself and from the world
A little bread and a little kefir

Why slouch and shuffle your feet
When the whole world burns in her amalgam

Meteorite and forest felled near
And still what they call it after

Not woodstock here, but myself Copenhagen
For every seishen you can't customize a ton-wagen

But who will pull them out on television screens
Something like her karma and prana

Who, without a bazaar, will spill on the spot
What's on the forehead, what's on the forehead, liverpool and manchester

On the drum and bombay and karachi
Wavelength or transmission format

She will straighten her black feathers
And fall into the empty sky outside the door

She is so