Текст песни Тургенев-band - Волошин

Valery Prokosin

All Crimean roofs in winter are similar
And south night settles on the skin
Superish tan. All in the past, but still ...

Marshmallow in chocolate, Max - in Mask, Marina -
With glasses. Christmas tree in mandarins.
Only half of happiness is cut off.

Let Koktebel, like a donkey is str ringed,
And the Black Sea is covered with a roget ...
Another watercolor will not, Voloshin.

The feast ended in early lunch,
Dawn, looking back, scattered in the front
All trifle. Well, it's time in the last.

Let the Laporn of Russia are deleted,
And the earthly calendar is stuck
Love still remains, Voloshin.

Separation - not the bitter thing
For the south. It is terrible to remember each other.
Fate is only the biblical circle formula.

Let life be impossible, and the age is impossible,
Divine Crimea Nerlude and Smeakless
Everything was, everything was ... Sorry, Voloshin.