Текст песни Александр Холкин - Утро казни

Who shed those tears
On a blue shawl
What we have to wrap up
Before dawn the pores
Molds dawn
Blood crimson steel
It goes back in time
At the zenith axes

This blue convoy
It shackles clank
As if yesterday's songs
Echo ring
It is a bitter taste in the mouth
From evening honeys
Yes arrive omen
Great day!

You wear what is
Hops yes wheat rye
From myself tear
The wagon fold
Harnessed to a cart
Podkovannosti false
And how ready
Come tell

How vymerznut tears
And fade shawl
From under the sky pluck
On snow axes
I chase the cart
The leaky distance
You pour in the cake
I'm your sullen
For the post of smoke

Yes look-ka in the crowd
There she is in
Half the sky in tears
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On the trodden snow
Axe gifts
Dawn breaks from dancing
Blind fire
It rushes cart
The hole of the hole
May the omen
Great day!