Текст песни Михаил Федоренко - Веревочка 1994

Oh, I rope the rope,
Oh, hemp.
Who knows whose neck
She reap stupid.
When is the last time
They will say: "Oppachki!"
Whoa to be a snake
My string?

Maybe she
Will not be defiled
A plaintive cry
Will not turn black.
Maybe a friend
Her yes in a difficult hour
Bypassing hundreds of torments
Will give without evil.

Oh, I rope the rope,
Oh, hemp.
Be a stranglehold on her
Or become a pillar?
As people the fate -
Fine fibers
View in a string
I'm hemp.

1994