Текст песни Олег Мухачев - жизнь вокруг рваной травы

Life around ragged grass
Blows cool word.
Theorists are wrong,
Since the practice of brewing in the new.

Hayfield in the middle of winter
Flows recent rainfall.
pachyderms doomed
In its 45 die.

Coil human clay
It stops the time mercilessly.
The head does not produce minds,
Since spinning on Sunday.

City rubs his corner
About frozen blue face.
Holiday frowns white mouth,
Alcoholics all can not sleep.

The world in a hurry to learn everything,
Teasing ice ears.
The addict may tell all
But it is not easy to listen to.

The stars float in depth,
Hurting themselves cells.
It is not clear whose fault
I buy their own tablet.