Текст песни sixtythree - южка

Ay, I breathe these southerly winds
, from the central to the okrainy informs in verses.
Wherever I was, the soul warms, those warm walls,
Slum houses, shadows pouring from the windows.

I burn my life, ash falls attacked
Good taste, if not used to doing everything yourself
And this is my life, but not a play,
starring director, transparent plagiarism.

I breathe this south wind
from sunrise to sunset, we go to the parapets.
next to my house, if there is a family, then the whole planet.
After all, they say that home is where relatives are together.