Текст песни Лит Тапочкин - Детвора во дворе

Burned fingers harbors cold knife,
The kids in the yard somewhere drags hedgehog,
And I ate a little, gently shaking,
Powys. Powys. Powys.

We can only hang us
One can only hang out there,
On a small spruce, and we trash
In the eyes of the kids in the yard.

Black cats the way they are inferior -
But kids are not being played that bark
Manner with such a thought, we set out,
And the output. And the output. And the output.

We'll just have to go, we,
It remains only to go out there,
On a small spruce, and we trash
In the eyes of the kids in a kennel.

Ruin all the values ​​put their own,
We do not care what all the zeros nashe-,
With his personality - go to hell
No one. No one. No one.

We just have to be us
One can only come to life there,
On a small spruce, and we trash
In the eyes of the kids at the head of