Текст песни Саша Прохоров - Храбрые все стали

Brave all steel stir crunch
Strive with God places pomenyatsya,
And in the view Stalin, he will teach the flock,
How to look at the sky, how to grab the balls.

About what you told me povestvuesh fate?
I want to eat - kill bears.
The heart does not chill, the future will be?
Well, then we separate, we did not go.

There is one man (they say - magician!)
he draws GZHEL, scaffolds puts ..
In September, he writes, he writes songs about the rowan.
He loves canaries .. And in the view Stalin.

There is blood pouring something from the mob,
The smell of margarine coffin on wheels ..
Nobleman I what? .. Joke paranoia ...
You then at least do not cry tears of vodka smell.