Текст песни ....Капишон - Гвозди

When all fucking leave , to us will be fewer questions
So much I thought about life,
How many seats this search .
Glass balconies
Wings floors Khrushchev ,
At the head of the hood ,
So where I 'm standing in the rain .
And maybe it's the saga ,
His life is associated with passion .
Smoking and exhale ,
And to sleep in the small bedroom .
It is Russia 's cold here ,
They sleep on the hatches doves ,
I'm 18 , it hurts , but ahead will be a bomb .
..... A few parts, the more errors .
Old green Urals no longer rides on the field ,
And I told her thoughts , unable to sleep that night ,
But my handwriting is not even live in this notebook