Текст песни Трофим - Полынья

I live in the capital of the world
Powdered by snow
Two minutes from the brothel,
Three steps from the altar.
In the hop of someone else's feast
I’ve run off a long time ago
Only sober life is worse
Honestly.

Chorus:
Spreading the ribs light
I breathe in the air of winter
And choke on bitter tears
I’m drinking vodka.
And keep my hands wet
The edge of the savior is the ice floes
But breaking down exhausted
Right in the wormwood.

At the capital in the cold
The royal roof is coming
And a cold mind
Drinking a decoction from Terra Flou
And the verses hung in prose
On pasted posters
Last year's melodrama
"I love you".

Chorus.

All entangled, ringed
White tape trunk,
I wanted to breathe freely
And he decided to run away from everyone.
Lead River Ice Only
Closer to midnight melted
A wander around the water
He does not allow sin.