Текст песни Север Китаев - Смоленск

Love a speech of writing about your city thought
2 zero one one spring I threw a drink
The sun accelerates clouds singing birds about summer
He heals the wounds to me the radio playing songs

Smolensk province - the shield of Russia, under the bits rose
Noses fucked, blowing fresh wind, 22 already aged
I live here, and I want to sing here for the last time in the Dud
Yes, ghetto (underground), children duly, anger of the U-U-y

Being a guest is good, but being at home is better. Reached. Well, come on, friend
My area, my city, my district, my house kum
Wood, transport node is Smolensk
Sainte Pi-Caucasus, Moscow-Minsk

See 67 region by car
Know is a distant for-post, permanent area
Citadel, Milky Way
For you, you can relax well here;)
Eat, drink, to give a way?