Текст песни Мятный север - Почтовый ящик

All that was given to me now it is necessary for me in FIG,
She told me how to all about friendship.
And I was joyful, almost chamomile in the field,
But in the morning came home drove in captivity.

Chorus: She said: "You are my friend, such a funny boy."
But instead of letters and poems, I broke the mailbox.
Il because he slept badly, Il from what was not lunch.
He said to the striker: "Come on, Ruby Dead-Metal."

In the beginning there was nothing, in the final zadolbal,
Yes, I was no room simple, but it got me.
In gave calling the misty trace of spike in the grass of the spring,
Yes, I now sings almost Sergey Yesenin.