Текст песни Александр Залупин - Энтони и Джонсон

I'm leaving Russia,
Here, the skies are too empty.
Here too sad art
Cabbage smells at exhibitions.
Everywhere stinks here;
They promise, do not forgive.
Here you are waiting for a shock and inside the battle bottle.
I pay attention here, but I hear only "goodbye."
Here you need, apparently, Charles Bronson.
And I'm where my Johnson is waiting.

EN-NE; And his johnson.
EN-NE; And his johnson.

My voice is on the air in Russia, but forgot about the world.
I thought the feast feed many, but the roads were not completed.
In the basket I throw a ball, and picks up his boy.
His face is not familiar to me.
I apparently, not at home again.
I am leaving the sports platform, a sad new horse, I am waiting for gold - not Bronze - and my favorite sweet Johnson.

EN-NE; And his johnson.
EN-NE; And his johnson.
EN-NE; And his johnson.
EN-NE; And his johnson.
EN-NE; And his johnson.
EN-NE; And his johnson.

EN-NE; And his johnson.
EN-NE; And his johnson.
EN-NE; And his johnson.
EN-NE; And his johnson.