Текст песни Андрей Венцерев - Гололёд

Song Arthur Glushkov

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Icing - glides people
Of ice - things come to nothing,
Icing he did not understand,
That is to the disorder.
Left, right, back
Heard: "People, help!"
Those who are over sixty
The request to you - do not leave.

CHORUS:
Cones, scratches, bruises, abrasions yes
People every year brings black ice road the enemy.

I I.

And who would not have asked,
Calmly tell you:
"Alcohol and ice,
Citizen - compatible "
If you feel - dependent
And the land is flying towards
Remember friends and relatives
It will become a little easier
CHORUS.

I I I.

Oh, ice - glides people
Of ice - things come to nothing,
Icing he did not understand,
That is to the disorder.
Though not a new problem
And I would not write took
Just so happened ...
Suddenly, the hospital turned out.
CHORUS.