Текст песни м i фо-га - 64 . моLоточек каменный

whether there is a field of cornflowers,
- In the meteo is not said ..
It may hurt the wrong hands
tied to heart?

Do go out and suddenly you go
for wounded gate
fall in the previous round,
the stone lotochek.

I drank - tasted -
at the consent of fate ...
Give the same drop of space forces!
- I do not need a receipt.

enough of leaves in the wind
count accountant ...
He may say, "Well I'm lying?"
- Blunted horns pen.

He knows a lot crocodile
connected at the zoo ...
I wandered all night in the winter,
gray punished.

what, it happened as threatened
Tin boots ..?
traded on the string s and l,
eye - copper hrustalinok.

how to wait another year to us
authorized pedal of ~
the circle of the sun gun
someone fan of whim.

come in my old friend ..!
where we parted with you?
you hold in your hands the bow,
I - had sent an arrow, apparently,

- M and m o (by ..)

there are no more rows
on a piece of scorched ...
Only a pair of bare feet -
everything that my brother left us.

whether there is a field of cornflowers,
- In the meteo is not said ..
I stepped on the wrong foot,
- On the road to hell is it!

people-scalpels find
fate details, but -
cornflowers bloom in the soul
by lethal to note ..

that's the whole story of the dumb,
military - n t and h and d.
and in the sky is a mattress
rich-poor ...