Текст песни Сухо на Серебряном дожде - Про фотографию

This fellow does not remember, can not be called
Octet pediatricians in the courtroom
And as they frightened,
Tritsatnik on the table
And in private business - a huge pr-pr-puncture

And so the house of torture, one divination
Chita - In-Vorkuta - Magadan, or what?
And if the voucher comes-to Magadan
What did I fool I took Sundress

And since there is no money, and even sandals,
And there in Oymyakon in the snow all the tracks
And Vorkuta sum makeup
When the court as much as 40 degrees

But one big thing ended zilch
And with rooms with pr-pr-beautiful and joyful cry
Rather quickly, without delay,
Doctors groin-groin-fly in your institution

In the hospital to de kids are flying like a bird
The Well-Well-Life opened other pages

The victory for the truth, with the usual-story
Wait in think yes or no
My axiom is firm and shapely
Her promulgate
you hear it?

A court of Rzhevsky
All Udmurtia visible.