Текст песни Маша Распутина - Клава

Through the mud in the tram window
I watch at home.
I'm clawed a plane,
And simply - plague.
I am Chumakov Klava,
But my classmate is mine
For the impossibility of the NRA
I nicknamed me back.

Chuma- plague, delirium one in light
In the soul of winter, and in the fingers of the cigarette
Chumaho, I'm not waiting for the days of good,
But not going crazy, and under the tram will not quit.

I am Sathany immediately
And confirm friends
What is my boiling mind
Stop it is impossible.
Shaim me- Leave
Do not waste time in vain
I grew on Ampalte,
Without God and the king.

Chuma- plague, delirium one in light
In the soul of winter, and in the fingers of the cigarette
Chumaho, I'm not waiting for the days of good,
But not going crazy, and under the tram will not quit.

I'm plague Klava,
And the nail into my soul is drunk.
He is forced from alloy
Cheat and offended.
There was a great-granddae,
Another life was.
And I in those days, perhaps,
Another would be ...

Chuma- plague, the first of the century
Laugh itself over his own hope
But she lives and her breathe in the world,
What will be a terrible court and will answer me.

Chuma- plague, the first of the century
Laugh itself over his own hope
But I breathe and I live in the world,
What will be a terrible court and will answer me.
Self!