Текст песни Духи Цеха - Маленькое солнце

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Look, brother, where does the conductor
      G A
We always find ourselves nowhere
And the soul so dreary, so terribly
We escorted the guards, wire

We are 30-something, but we are tired
As a collective farm horses live
*** We are on Putin there that Stalin
With you we Census any mode!

Fly tram, fly to the store
Fly with you my soul
In my pocket I polapelsina
As a little sun, a little sun, drunk!
...
Small sun drunks !!!

We were shoulder to take any potion
We'll be up to one peremrem
We do not care for public opinion
Kohl our Kolyshev not anyone

She looks people in the eyes of all honest
As we conquer his personal Everest
We drink in the morning, afternoon, evening and night
And we someday will come to an end!

Fly tram, fly to the store
Fly with you my soul
In my pocket I polapelsina
As a little sun, a little sun, drunk!
...
Small sun drunks !!!