Текст песни С.Бобков - На перронах тёлки

Words: Vyacheslav Bobkov
Music: Vyacheslav Bobkov
Use: Glory Bobkov

Summer is chalnged
Everything ends
I will summarize -
I'm going home,
Throwing the feed
Northeast.
Behind the window whistle
The wind is circling sheet
Not a calendar ...
I will be a gad
I will not forget Ya
These camps!

Chorus:
Behind the tree tree
Bumps yes needles.
On Perron Telli.
Back-forward sink.
Behind the wall of disassembly
Cruvito-curved
And on the top shelf
Quiet and comfort.
The path is distant, long,
Far to the Volga,
Passed the pallows
Free root.
Behind the tree tree
Bear and wolves
Me from the top shelves
Seen well!

I'm not a session,
I remember the house
Head tea.
At home there is no wife,
Letters burned
Dornogy sadness!
If there is no house,
I will go to white light
As in a penny ...
Walking, fucking,
I'm not a sable -
Telogrechka.

Chorus.

Summer is chalnged
Disappear
Song singing soul ...
Oh, got drunk in smoke,
Wire, you
My last chance.
Hey beautiful,
Give me to recover
Sleep full!
Love me,
To Moscow three days
Go together to us.

Chorus.