Текст песни Александр Кузнецов - подрасстрельная

That's all, took the convoy of the guy with the shaved head
The black one went with him into the mist in autumn
And he has only one fate - neither girlfriend nor wife
married a kid with a high measure

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The wind from the north roamed Central
Far distant mother waits sorrowful
And don’t know what the son is supposed to

Full moon in the sky, prison asleep in troubled sleep
How did you get a prisoner by shooting
The dawn is more noticeable, but the soul has no peace
Autumn is ruining the boundless primrose

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The wind from the north roamed Central
Far distant mother waits sorrowful
And don’t know what the son is supposed to

Behind barefoot, believe not believe, the door closed forever
Even the cell is now single
To fulfillment seal the life of a thief to end
It's a pity that I really want to start a new one

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The wind from the north roamed Central
Far distant mother waits sorrowful
And don’t know what the son is supposed to