Текст песни елена николаевна - маме

Get out first! Get out first!
In order not to cry, not to fall down.
In order not to become black and white.
Get out first! Get out first!

Someone painted the sky with graphite,
It was a glass, it was broken!
Red skirt, above the knees
And hitchhiking, until Sunday.
No more words, no more than once ...
Ink smeared potёkshey city.
Evening to sleep outside with salt.
More does not hurt!

Get out first! Get out first!
In order not to cry, not to fall down.
In order not to become black and white.
Get out first! Get out first!
Get out first! Get out first!
The first ... first ...
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