Текст песни Бутер Бродский - Русское поле

[Introduction]
The lightness of being is unbearable to me
And outside the poplar, la la la, la la la, yo, yo
Russian field

[Verse]
On the day we are gone, instrumental loop
Tighten the song, as in childhood with his father at the station
Something so pinched, remember how the buzzing at the fountain
Through the slits of her eyes longing sparkled. With drunk freestyle
They escorted her on a long journey and it was not a pity
In the space of souls she is just your housekeeper
Play the barrel organ, dead junkie like a house fence
Lesha nuts, our good, land to you hunk
But the sun shines without us, like Danko’s heart
The planet is spinning, but the drive is empty
Inserted by creator. Over the world clue stealth
He looked at Plato's feast: "We are only a typo!"
Death as a diva, exit in the spotlights of the finale
Where are all the artists on hand taken out of the hall
In all counties of all galaxies, such a play
Where did you stay on the beans, but you're not a princess

[Chorus]
The lightness of being is unbearable to me
Inside Hiroshima, and outside the poplar
Affectionately noisy. I will go out to the Russian field
Today is unit, tomorrow I will become zero
The lightness of being is unbearable to me
Inside Hiroshima, and outside the poplar
Affectionately noisy. I will go out to the Russian field
It's so scary to die if you're in captivity