Текст песни Жестокий Февраль - Облом бом бом

Forget about what will
Cry over there
Oblomov in this life
My friend did not prechest
But every oblomu preceded Hurray!
Above each nezinoyu highest mountain-ra-ra-ra
Pripev-
When the mold is knocking at the house it comes time to light tushiiiiit
Pieces of pink glasses izrezhut mirror of the soul
We see only fragments of fits and starts, alas
But even this is too much for our head
We are like locomotives, rails Give us
For these most tracks we go away to paradise-ay-ay-ay
Chorus
Good riddance to you, and I do not steam locomotive
No wonder that in this life, I conceived and germinate
Not for nothing shakes me by e-my light
When I see the wall, I tighten my-yo-yo-yo