Текст песни Территория 22 rus - Последний гусь

The advent of autumn, but have not seen for a long time -
Mother dear!
One is forced to dream Christmas tree
Nomadic lake - but just black clouds,
Mother dear!
In the hood normally,
Under the umbrella even better.

And rises to the sky last bird.

Fly, fly, goose -
Let her catch up!
Fly, fly, duck -
Our winter is not a joke!

And I have a hedgehog in the fog,
White Sea on the pocket.
And in your city light breeze,
And topographical cretinism,
And forget the soul lost mine,
And rises to the sky last bird.

Fly, fly, goose -
Let her catch up!
Fly, fly, duck -
Our winter is not a joke!