Текст песни Год Змеи - Пёстрая лента

To each his own,
And all your term:
Happiness to Kraite
Or forks in side.
Do not shout, hold on
And cutting a secret
How Trepal Life
So many long years.

2. Fingers in fists.
If yes, yes, kaba ...
We connect to the nodules
Lines of fate.
Do not be silent, bold.
If I could not
Tape of pedestrian days
Cut into the ball.

3. Majet silver
New day whiskey,
Demons under the rib
Climb from longing.
If the life of the lace,
And love loop,
So, I my
Did not come your term.

Chorus:
Life, it is mine
Just ribbon Pystroy,
Knit, plett
Either whip, then a bow in braids.
Life, it is mine
Using black snake
And distributes
Then rubles, and then a penny.