Текст песни Стрепетов А. - Спи моё золото

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Sleep My Gold, - The Grass are not bevelled
And silver clouds are sorripe.
Sobs of eyelids, hopefully lost,
Brothers Obolganny know do not intend to know.
Dreamed writing at stamping stations
Rhymes you on packing boxes.

Having fun to know the honor where fear is covered
People like copper on ideas are speeches.
- not angry expensive passed
And go to your poor homeland
Where is the interns with a crazy patriots,
Generously gave orphans.
All went home and apartments, under the cracks of the flips,
Boys fall in the ground with a crimson - white lions
And their brides in the rear were appointed. - "Guys -
Who can now close everyone? Who will become like you? "
-In your honor where fields and clefts,
For the sake of triumphs bone off.
Live without angry expensive passed
And to go out with your poor homeland.
Where are our lands, drowning with zones,
Obught with coffins, filled widows.