Текст песни Центральный Гастроном - Ветерок

Breeze

Proshurshit over the field a breeze

Spikes light shaking ...

I flew to the east

On the ground to the edges,

Directly to the sea, the ocean,

Where do we draw a glass

Moisture bitter, treacherous

I will never scoop.

There's a source in the middle of the desert,
You want - thirst is quenched.
Remember, they were young,
All - owners of the land.
Even death was teased in the field,
There were contrary.
Just glad the will
Looking away from the arms.

Single Month shines in the sky
Clouds Soon napolzut.
It will bring all the land of snow
World shielding like a blanket
And do not hear and can not see
And not a bit disappointing,
Neither war nor silence,
Not around waiting for something

Proshurshit over the field a breeze
Ears of ripe shaking ...
I flew to the east
On the ground to the edges,
Directly to the sea, the ocean,
Where do we draw a glass
Moisture bitter, treacherous
I will never scoop.