Текст песни Полигон - Чин-чинарём

Morning sows promising seedlings,
Someone to be happy who for freedom,
And here it is not so, there is breathing demon
The sun casts a caustic shed.

Here, life without end, life without beginning,
Out of her muddy river pier,
And still further the gap between the real spaces,
From home chains and Cop Watch.

But all the lads will be rank-Chinar,
We still do not sing such songs,
And while there is time pour the eye,
It continues the fun continues shiz.

And the wind warms dream away,
Internecine strife and our wanderings
According to curve the strip, where stamped faith
The success of the miracles and the fate of change.

And everyone enough tar from the barrel,
And under the feet of the stumps, snags yes bumps.
And on top of constantly knock the alarm,
But by our own trail, in a non-format.