Текст песни Крыс и Шмендра - Сусанин

Behind the veil of stormy horizon
Mountain grief and our path.
She was deceived and did not glance out of the city,
much we jump into the princes of the mud.
Tear me from the evil mask and skin
Sderite my fashionable cynicism!
Davites the smell of chips, marvel,
As we pare life.

Holiday easily turns into idleness,
Rings strangles colored streamers.
The look is spit lyrics, and with them
I am again alone.
But instead of to blame fate,
I have time for a reason to pull!
And in the day I was stolen again in the pockets
I am looking for a spare string.

Pretty hurt wonders!
Here every drop tends to flow.
Seek me now, my Susanin,
After all, I am too well, because I'm too good, because I'm too good
I know the way!

There is also a disturbing potion
And the knife firmly driven into an aspen tree stump.
Running looped rails, and the howling man
All waiting prodigal shadow!
Forgotten marching song, and carries fumes
From the trenches to the stars!
The old man, who fell among find me
And show me my new post!

Pretty hurt wonders!
Here every drop tends to flow.
Seek me now, my Susanin,
After all, I am too well, because I'm too good, because I'm too good
I know this! ..
I know the road ...
I know the road ...

I found a tobacco -
This tobacco is for your travel ...