Текст песни Каста - Скажет с берёзы

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It is an ordinary day and the same as if I
Chagall in their boots frosty morning
Blush the nose and the wind * and a tunic cheeks
Near the brown bear stomps on a rope
With its muzzle whisk a couple of breadcrumbs
Bells remember and press matryoshka
Push earflaps and song tighten more
When I respond with birch Nightingale

Rif2
There are no strings Balalaika but much sense
As to the babe that meet with a yoke
Pour fuel me, but succumbed to the park
In Hollywood, given the role of Russian peasant

With birch I said the Nightingale
With birch I said the Nightingale

Even if I fasten the shirt
Anyway, my souls on plowing
It all mixed on the screen
Rossiyantsy and Americana

Even if I fasten the shirt
Anyway, my souls on plowing
It all mixed on the screen
Rossiyantsy and Americana

Rif1
Navar Navar mom porridge boiling
But Anton flew from Rashi's so F * n sh * t
And then the sun on the other as it became the oven
Sweating I cry With m * b * h

White White just had enough of his Adam's apple
Negro Negro says het of-Badi
And then every other bully straight yes
At each corner of the cops shout Put yo gun down

I say to the taxi driver do not drive the reptile
He pokes a gun I do not drive in the scrap reptile
I take one ticket New York Moskov
To hand over the soup and porridge mother Oscar

Rif2
Even if I fasten the shirt
Anyway, my souls on plowing
It all mixed on the screen
Rossiyantsy and Americana

Even if I fasten the shirt
Anyway, my souls on plowing
It all mixed on the screen
Rossiyantsy and Americana

Rif1
The truth is that soon disappear bankonty
The truth is that the world will fall planes
What's rovers have found and there where I come all this myths
Banned routrery and there is no disk imaging

Where artificial organs there with immortality
Who would be the best rapper Goals
What do you stand rooted to the spot where this information?
Or maybe you have, too, all coded?

Rif2
There's where I come from people are not very fond of
What to invent something other than the old guns
Fine-tuning the machine sledgehammer blow
Overturn a glass of punch chimes

The landing can do a somersault with a horizontal bar
Talents like weeds on the pavement
Santa watching you stand a little guilty
For certain facts emerge tomorrow

Even if I fasten the shirt
Anyway, my souls on plowing
It all mixed on the screen
Rossiyantsy and Americana

Even if I fasten the shirt
Anyway, my souls on plowing
It all mixed on the screen
Rossiyantsy and Americana

With birch I said the Nightingale
With birch I said the Nightingale