Текст песни Gripkompote - Кружева

Remember before bedtime, as he dreamed,
Hide from the field of rye into her pocket.
What is the wonderful evening methyl,
How to swing fog
So he was naive, careless
Quietly fought a song:

Where is my black-eyed where?

In Vologda where,
In Vologda where,
Vologda where.

In Vologda, I, in the house where the carved parisade.

And all night he wandered around the field,
How much gold kids gathered.
In the morning, she met her earlier
In the arms he slept,
I would never think
That for so long in vain dreamed

That would not happen I will come to a cute.

In Vologda GDU,
In Vologda GDU
In Vologda GDU

I myself will come for the answer

I see a scaby scaby brush
I see see her room one
I see a garden with a bench at the gate
City where fate is waiting for me

In the house where the carved parisade.