Текст песни Ляпис Трубецкой - Священный огонь

Screaming & quot; want of fresh air & quot ;,
And now, with cigars in their hats wind .
Loved the Clash and Yegor Letov ,
And now in purple pajamas .

Cut grunge garage ,
Now profiteroles and blanmazhe ,
Wrote no dead and antisystem
And now all right and no problem

Holy Fire shines in the night,
The sacred fire warms in the cold,
I give my hand ,
Those who stayed young.
Holy Fire shines in the night,
The sacred fire warms in the cold,
I give my hand ,
Those who stayed young.

In Gurzuf hitchhiking on squats and night and day ,
And now the third- party lists.
I called the sales bitch
And he in Courchevel fight boredom .

Holy Fire shines in the night,
The sacred fire warms in the cold,
I give my hand ,
Those who stayed young. ( 4p . )