Текст песни Михаил Елизаров - Тополиный Пух

In the month of June, sunk
Noisy, circling, like a flock of flies,
In black dressed, strange gentle,
We set fire to the Jews poplar fluff.
Only the shutter closed the zippo lighter,
Fire cock spoke out of the palm.
Ground clouds were not sorry.
The poplar fluff flashed with a blue flame.

That event had three witnesses.
I myself was yes a couple of crumpled old women.
Only we saw, only we noticed,
How they burned the poplar fluff.
Warm summer evening in the month of June
They smelled by Garoy Twilight and Sunset Flood.
What walked? will come true.
But won't be fun
How did the Jews of the poplar fluff burned?
What walked? will come true.
But won't be fun
How did the Jews of the poplar fluff burned?