Текст песни АнимациЯ - Белая береза

White birch under the window
Cooked in the sky.
Fastenings are not fasten, creak
And ask bread.
And on the holiday - Vodka and Salute,
Yes from the knees get up!

Polyushko, Colosum, Rodnik
Yes maple kudryavy
Poverty yes street sorter
Thrinking the holes.
All won all
On the battlefield
If we need to repeat
To such a mom!
Zinc ripe coffins
In the sake of sleep,
Narrow sprayed foreheads
Already, bitch, infuriates,
How stupid!

The smell of freshly acted herb
Over Sanobor.
Resistant stability of the scalp
With curved fence.
Protects generous king
All God's creature.

Lime yes apple color
Lookage huts.
Handed with kickbacks
On billions.
To the old age do not spike debts,
And think stupid,
From retirement the old men
Empty soup.
Makaroshkam not to rise in price
With homemade kvass.
No one forced you to give birth -
Quite clear...
What else to say?

Pies are sleeping in the stove,
Yes Mirasas lapot.
And ferocious enemies around
Paws pull us.
TV wins the table.
There is a throne ...

Distant flashes of grooves
Yes, villages.
Tons of Nesbylitz are hit
On the whole coil.
In the gas and oil country
With bourgeois-stove,
Proudly for past
Run behind buckwheat.
Berry-raspberry trusk,
On each ear
It hangs too long noodles,
Yes drink from boredom
Russian soul!!

White birch under the window
Bled into the sky ...