Текст песни С.Север - Душа в фуфаечке

A blizzard howls behind the wall of the barracks
Never ending a night
Zek tired tired from the stage
He drives free thoughts away
Behind the ban horn paravoz
Heavily wheezed over the taiga
Your beep, it's like a splinter in the heart,
And beckons to freedom with himself

They drank inmates snow and boiled water,
In a circle a circle and a chifirk
The soul in the sweatshirt requested freedom,
Bonfire warmed from Christmas trees

Domes on the Exhausted Body
Squeezed, not a kid
Fingers in the strings laid barely barely
And he sang his song Zhigan
Not a hairdryer sings and without a mat
Without hiding acquired anger
He sings about the forearm of an automaton
And about the bullet that came through

They drank inmates snow and boiled water,
In a circle a circle and a chifirk
The soul in the sweatshirt requested freedom,
Bonfire warmed from Christmas trees

Fingers in the rings caressed the guitar
rings blue signs of fate
And in the eyes are reflected bunks
And suddenly the boys fell silent
It so happened what do you care
Life is not a song, it is not to be sung
And article by article flew
Pounding in a prison cage

They drank inmates snow and boiled water,
In a circle a circle and a chifirk
The soul in the sweatshirt requested freedom,
Bonfire warmed from Christmas trees
The soul in the sweatshirt requested freedom,
Bonfire warmed from Christmas trees