Текст песни Провода - Разделить на двоих

Somewhere in the twenty years began to grow old,

Changed brass knuckles on guns.

White roses killed in snow

The word & quot; Fuck you & quot; taught by Vidak.

Cheerful mess, then high, then the pain,

Your red jacket proedenny moth

Pour Amaretto - I drink this stuff

For those in whom the blood still remained

 

And for fun, for fun

The chip fell under someone else.

In his pocket, and in the heart of a large desert

We like the wood for the large fireplace

Borrow my place, an example of my price,

Take my hand, squeeze my vein

If you, too, survived

I will be happy to share a double ..

 

Right now

 

Someone faster, and someone higher

Someone yearns for torn roof

Some graze, and someone passes

Not sparing himself, risking themselves

Someone bears, and someone takes

It is nothing for himself asks

Someone is going to last flight

Good evening, Moscow, Salam alaikum New York

 

And for fun, for fun

The chip fell under someone else.

In his pocket, and in the heart of a large desert

We like the wood for the large fireplace

Borrow my place, an example of my price,

Take my hand, squeeze my vein

If you, too, survived

I will be happy to share a double ..

 

 

And for fun, for fun

The chip fell under someone else.

In his pocket, and in the heart of a large desert

We like the wood for the large fireplace

Borrow my place, an example of my price,

Take my hand, squeeze my vein

If you, too, survived

I will be happy to share a double ..