Текст песни Молотов Коктейль - Иван

There once was a boy-with-finger,
His name was Vanya.
He was sick a lot.
Now it is not with us.
Those who saw him,
We could not hold back tears.

They poured around shit
And we have nothing to cover.
Their arguments can burn
Even the tower crane.
They get to the sun
and banned it.
say,
Why did you die, Ivan?

Dancing like an act,
And we dissolve them.
Mad orgy
Wild Gypsies.
untouchables
Children vaseline gang
know
Why are you died Ivan.

Why are you died Ivan ??

This strange honeymoon
On a lamppost.
These hair, woven
The wire.
We could go with you,
But we are accused of escapism.
That's why we're here,
And you are already there
1989