Текст песни Hic Salta - Твой герой

At home, I sit alone with nothing to do
Yesterday you went quite gone for the last time
You're left with a plumber from housing department
This is because it is - the hero, and I - insensitive mattress

Let the cold wind
Suddenly, a long time will carry rubbish
All letters, songs
Let him fly, let them fly to hell

Your hero is full of cotton wool by another:
"Zhiguli" and garden, fishing and fruit compote
And in my computer - poems in megabytes
But, you're sick of them, you love life strong

Let the cold wind
Suddenly, a long time will carry rubbish
All letters, songs
Let him fly, let them fly to hell

Let fly the letter, let fly lyrics
Let all the flies. Let all flies to hell
Everything ended sad, and my heart is empty
No room says