Текст песни Александр Махнач - Поэма

(Dedicated to the Fighter)

Inexperienced and humble even
Makhnach went to the south
Watching football, lying on the beach
Taste the spa benefits.

Under the sound of wheels, the hiss of beer,
Fan songs quiet hum
He rode clean and naive
Not believing in tomorrow's spree.

Night meeting on the platform,
Rostov-father meets them
No stranger in the company
Brother Vitas, Hubert, Fighter.

Rostov - wrapped in gardens
Flattened by the southern heat
And so a little strange
Zenit did not please with the game.

Vasily asked: "Sasha, beer?"
Then the locomotive honked
And that's all. The whole vacation turned
In a solid fan barragoz

Kuban wines nagging smell
Resort women marvelous crowd
With a guitar and a southern hat
Makhnach forgot when he was sleeping

Broken legs from walking
All blue from kisses
He did not think that revelry
The natural end will come

He dimly remembers Krasnodar.
Football, hotel, train station
And the feeling is strange, as if
Didn't say something important

Buzzing train, shot of vodka
And songs all day long.
Sister Katya - a meek voice
He sings songs about "Zenith" with him.

Pushed the walls of old life
With your charred shoulder
What happiness, I guess
Born Sasha Makhnach.

July 04, Makhnach.