Текст песни Алексей Никонов - Мне подарили розовые розы..

I was given a pink rose
for what I have his threats
rhyme so that her throat.
It's better on the other;
poems are not talking,
and clearly - more shame,
than to be a cop, probably not,
and that in ten years
change the picture of the world,
... All it was, was, was ...
All the same scores with life, dance.
But it said the people,
disturbing prose with verse.
And may we walk under the whip
in a country that no longer exists,
but that will tell you so
- Russia more than the country
and even the whole world.
Her place in the heart,
and on the map -
a mirage.
I knock on the Vyborg magpie
much dearer
than anthem spacey sound
that the flames again.
And the same muzzle say
that that way, and that way.
But pale pink sunset
words can not be canceled.
And the roses on the floor, in the mud
remain colors.
Slaves remain human beings.
Cops - cops.

02.25. 12.11.09.