Текст песни Белые тени - Бомж

In native land
With my river
Has the soul and all threats
In the prik, she and he, love in the age of all centuries
Do not deny the holy business never.
He is just a homeless, from the birth of poor orphan
Krzman empty and pain of empty alive
she is the beauty and ensured in the age of
her father in the people-prominent man
And how many days the earth was dying with love,
But he is not the same, her family decided so.
not the one who gives everything that harmful family
Fuck the boy, such a dat is yours
Hand strong her gently strokes her hair
Yertysh River You remember joy hours
She and ones from the seventh floor
Hand in each other's hand with loyalty to keep
two dove their souls right body down
Body walked only the parent caprice
In the native edge with the rint of my river
lived soul to all threats in the prek
And only a cry remained in the heart forever
Against native that death love never dies !!!