Текст песни Третья Мировая Весна - Сухари

I crackers on a rainy day
Land timidly and anxiously
I open carefully
Ponёvy gloomy shadow
Hope, hard words
Salt water drain
The tube furnace fly,
And heavier head.
Our aspiring commander
It looks like a wounded bird
All beats gloves for parties
And for dinner, drinking yogurt ..

Silent course Tale
What it extra care
Flying through the sky planes
Coping with wings barely
I rye crackers
Tusuyu in the oven Ochumelov
To distribute then skillfully
To each of you got.

Do not spray the bustle,
Do not condemn in vain
Well you know perfectly well,
Why are born flowers.
And what with the fact that the commander
Considers funeral date?
Gone will come the soldiers,
And we have a mountain to throw a feast ...