Текст песни Страна Садов - Почтальон

POSTMAN

All plans for the evening - come up with a medicine from troubles.
All plans for the evening - come up with a medicine from troubles.
Printed a postman parcel for suffering souls.
He, the Red Sea underwear with white snow,
He, the Red Sea underwear with white snow,
Play on the pipes in honor of the holiday mourning shop.

Jumps from happiness on the wall,
Fill your veins to the edge -
Fly, fly, fly, fly, fly!

All plans for the evening - come up with a medicine from troubles.
All plans for the evening - come up with a medicine from troubles.
For a dose of the soul sell, but no one takes.
Where is the guardian angel with a sachet of dust?
Where is the guardian angel with a sachet of dust?
But he flew only to those who do not call him.

So fuck your head about the wall,
RVI in shreds buzzing veins -
Fly, fly, fly, fly, fly!
Fly, fly, fly, fly, fly!

All plans for the evening - come up with a medicine from the troubles ....