Текст песни Владимир Виноградов - 1 - Закрома

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I'll let you in their coffers,
And give, everything that is there - for nothing,
And I do not feel sorry for you nothing
Take everything OPRICH one.

No, sorry no mind, no soul,
But no, so do not look for,
And the love I cherish no reason,
I give the last fairy-tale dream.

Flour, darkness, disease and sorrow,
Here this does not give any piece,
Drive out anyone who wants to save,
Do like me, they can not honor.

Hey, where are my offense suffered ?!
Put it where you took, fucking Christ!
Joy and take the bag,
I in addition give a cheerful poem.

Very greedy svovo I shit
They filled my coffers,
To me it does not shed light on,
I will forever guard guard.

I gave everything I wanted you to the outside,
Let no one thinks about me.
Well, if someone that made a secret,
Do not blame let that went bummer.

                                                     2012