Текст песни Роман Филиппов - Ну вот и я упал...

Oman Philippov


Well, I fell did not spoil

still body away from the road to the ditch

from millions of persons no one stayed

in my fate though b a moment next



Who needs embarving hands

And the turn of the head is enough

don't stop mocking chairs

Women whipped

her baby



I know God goes to you

He will tee all my wounds

He will write about him and what I did

He will go with a banal need



under the conversation about the fuss of the eternal

you pour yes swop louder

Let's dream of those who were oncoming

Who carried the light of this love damage



I decided that it was so easier

Among the storms to reflect masts

swear with your skinny

I did not add moams on the ground





Then why all these songs are book

dozens of chapters and that

invented in the majority in the sorter

yes performed under vodka



about faith argue what to share money

If you wish to lose a friend

One thing is clear all of the shadow

And in the shadow we go like a circle closure



And waiting for his boat

on the shore then read the name

And you in the poet for us, Mahni vodka

and us will be formed for the fact that we lived