Текст песни Л. Сергеев - Страна дураков

Exec .: Leonid Sergeev
And in a country of fools fools left.
All have come to us to take a walk, relax.
And we, as always, the darkness and fatigue,
And we have - all the way through. Only where it is, that way?

Chorus:
Under heavy sigh slap the glass.
Himself God himself pan itself.
The per capita climbed - there is a dark forest,
In the hollow of the forest, in a hollow heat.

And we have the afternoon with fire, and in the dark without a candle
Warms in cold and withering in the water.
And around melteshat, mainly men,
And less and less normal people.

Chorus.

And in a country of fools fools not to return,
They are now without our either there or here.
And sigh bass curls in the wind curl,
And it remains in the war to win, as always.

Chorus.