Текст песни Тёплая трасса - Я играю на гармошке

Small Antichrist crying on the floor
Hands turned into a loop
Balls and songs, dances and cakes
Though usris, though burst, but not die,
not die

I play the harmonica
Kneeling in the snow
At the edge of his lane
On the trouble

Murdered brother - black medal
Snatch curse candidate paradise
Hey, rejoice, nature, God - save,
At least until the coffin lid, only heard,
heard

I play the harmonica
Kneeling in the snow
At the edge of his lane
On the trouble

As Rowan is in a field near the creek
Eternal torch, candle dead
Just would not have long to wade eyes
And where not to go, only used until the end,
to end