Текст песни Дюмин - Друзья

I go out into the field alone, at sunset

Rustle and float in the nose, has wormwood herb,

And I'll delirious and in his throat in front of a tear,

Memory pulls the wound, where are my friends.


Rasshvyryala bastard life iskvitaemsya,
Who is in the damp earth, they can not raise.
Guys, we are in life, oh lads,
According to grow old too soon, our Mother.

That Gray has as snow: "Let not the old me,
Only the heart is scarred, but scratched. "
Where are my friends Kety bosom,
I do not miss you my miserable.

Pyhnut dope, Al of vodka punch,
Well, someone from the family is all like it.
And again on the channel I tropinochke,
I forget return to my darling.