Текст песни Михаил Орлов - Малыш-буян

And again thrown out of life
Bourned Von Malysh-Buyan.
Kandovo is posted out of thought
Sophisticated His Calgan,
They say, smoke will come down, dust
And the wind will return to clarity;
They say, the progress is inconspicuous,
Let them not be young.

Selecting days, wreatful years
In the cherished storage-chest,
Sdypy mold from freedom,
The kid rummaged by the question.

A century - Truch, suffering - gunpowder.
Love is a spark. May there be light.
And here there is no turbulent life.
Whistle silence Yes thoughts rustle.

Here on the belly emery oliva
Loadedly lzhekinzhai.
Lower the boy along, outside the canvas,
And the game will be sent, perhaps.

And he sighs, because in the throat room
No offense at the kid.
Just just hide the soul
Under the stone, in the crack of the donom.

Shiver strings
Jazin pain.
Splun blood,
And - in battle.

Shine arrows.
There is a goal.
Malym Street
Everywhere slept.

Malym Street
Everywhere slept ...