Текст песни Алексей Гализдра - Все пропало

It all started with this last summer
When I listened to my mother Board
The village went to his grandfather to breathe ozone
So I'm going down the avenue of collective farm
Where the smell of hay, oats and manure
Thank you, Mom, so have a good rest here

There, he met a girl Faith
Although in appearance it was not Venus
But I decided that the two of fun to miss
Oh, a lot of fun we had missed
And his mind was not at her aunt Daria
That soon I'll call her mother-in

Yes, I'm not happy that he married a fool
That was also a donkey, and all thought fuck
And there came out as sort of legal marriage
And I know, believe me, everything is now gone

In the garden, digging potatoes
I remembered my mother, wiping away a tear
And Verka shout: & quot; cow whip from the yard, Judas! & Quot;
And I would have a bath and a cup of coffee
And tomorrow will have name-Sofas
And tramps gather buzzing until the morning

Farewell parties, punks City
Oh how guys without you I miss
Here there is no beer or even tram
I write a letter for the threshing-floor in the barn
You pass my dear Paradise:
& Quot; He died a heroic death in the battle for the harvest & quot;