Текст песни Территория 22 - Зося

For those born a day later,
Apricots are always few,
Take the reins from me
Until the horse rode away.

Take my case
Have an idea in the back of my head
And run under the cover of clouds
And bigi under cover of clouds ...

Zosya, I want to be a machine gunner,
Lift the tapes and alcohol in the attic
Zosya, bandage my eyes
This sun is knocking down the scope
I found a goal
And still intact

But wait, get some air
The crazy ones rush about the shadows
I'm a member of the solar battle
Protector of all plants.

Parsing the dream of a gloomy mare
Comb my curly cactus
Hiding like a pig’s snout
Remember the delirium knight

Zosya, I want to be a machine gunner,
Lift the tapes and alcohol in the attic
Zosya, bandage my eyes
This sun is knocking down the scope
I found a goal
And still intact