Текст песни Торба-на-круче - Там самолёты улетают.. вдаль...

Hello, pass -
Evening ahead.
Leaves on the table,
Childhood in September.
How so it was, you did not see hundreds of years.
You smell die, eyes, in my opinion changed the color.
I am very fast for wine, do not miss.
Outside the window airfield, there are flying planes
In the distance
Fly away in the distance ...

I will throw your clothes in the hallway, take these sneakers if you smoke, then smoke.
Pictures are different in this box from under the plates, you want - look.
There is a TV, but at home blast, you know, it's scary ...
By the way - stay! ..