Текст песни Пикник - Дикая Певица

His sickly sweet sat on his shoulder
Watered quiet air - ask for more
His sickly sweet throwing up and caught
In addition to the wild singer loved nobody

And singing in a low voice just like that, without hardship
Only oak door off its hinges posletali
Only the glass cracked , trembled at home
So she anemic , sang the song alone

Since it probably would cope and burned at the stake
If it had not been as weak as grass in November
Like not toiling and sings about anything
This is evident in his voice still hidden secret