Текст песни Типси Тип - Садовник

Tipsy type:

And we're all a little gardeners
Swifts lawn podkusyvaem branches
To trunk was rovnenky, but not ramshackle hut
And that sort of rare, the body as a site
Wood cut into pieces and fly dangerous
No meshes, but kids do not climb here
Since the last time I will not tell, and
There are no avatars.
Gardener will smoke bush cloudy
Napas sodium vapor.
Launched garden views unmarketable
He himself meaner feisty dog, call paramedics.
Opium throwing and throwing things into the wall
He closes his eyes - saw prophetic themes
I told you about the garden, and you tell me about the stubble
Maybe you rogue, but I spared force
I refuel pants, filled with kerosene
Already released. Now I'm strong.
I collect aspen in the garden,
That was the wood on my trouble.
I think it was once the winter and loved the beauty
Now the wolf howls at night lunnoyu lunnoyu
Let go of the muse and was not looking for a new
Trample the grass, flooded drain under the sink
I lost the taste and the head, headless
That black dog, the black as the olive tree

Nigativ:

My garden abandoned for a long time no passers
On sedge-covered paths, tracks
And let it not enclosed by a fence high
And the wall of thorns around Kolka

No more roses and buttercups beds
Vomited very often, distributed manner stupid
Stacked here now dry
And how will dry - will be burned

Insects do not have the flute, but nightingale
Ravens ponaleteli yes porazvelos rats
Where growing lilac bushes, above hemp growth
Flavor is not here now in the air poison

Drunk watchman, the watchman asleep
A hundred times struggled with the thieves gave up and turned sour
And now rastaskany fragrant acacia branch
And there's no fences from melon

Not my apple blossom in spring
And I wander alone in the garden like a dream
Do not glue guns roar favorite cherries
Their branches broken down look snikshe

I'd fallen trees from the fires are put out
I would be brighter palette retouch
I will restore all, I have nowhere to hurry
This is nothing like the garden of my soul