Текст песни Антон Кузнецов - Толя

Hello, my dear flower of the field
Sings the rastaman in the morning
Bright friend
Uh flower
Chamomile
I water my flower dear
In the morning, afternoon and evening with water
My meadow sprout
Weed
Rosette

Speaks in the world no better than you.
The mother asks: "what?", I will face in response: "flowers".
-Son, something's wrong with you! I called my father.
-Mom, everything is nishtyak! I am teaching botany. You better tell me where the cabbage rolls are in the fridge?

Years, years, years, years, years passed.
Tolya continued to be interested in all one thing - flowers.
Life moment ... ...
Head buzzed from emptiness
There is no life for business, colors are sleeping in my soul.
Tolik-friend
Thought from hand
Appeared
"The miracle color pumps out all the rubles from his pocket
There is time, but I am not in it with a lack of attentiveness.
There are gradients of life, but I am stuck in a swamp of weakness "- dad turned.
It's not just that, we get trapped.
Where the power to please them is you.

Many years have passed since Tolyan scored.
The time was, annoyingly leaving ...

No mistakes...
How wonderful it is to find life.
Man is given strength ...
Man is given strength ...