Текст песни Никита Подвальный - И Тогда Наверняка

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... And then probably head to spring
Smiles dandelion yellow center
Wheel of Pentalgin throat on gum
Obruchalnaya gear.
How many years grazing on the top aft
Lowdown winter hay - is about to be bent,
As in the Baltic herring smothered as in Crimea
Ravage nests in the sand tornado.
On the green roof of the train fried
Childhood close to tempting virgin
In my crumpled shirt you do not complain
The imported fluff cries.
And since not dig up home in atlases
Not naplakal glass in any of the celebrations
Spring seller is nothing to boast
Not in that thread the Iranian wool.