Текст песни Центральный Гастроном - Революционер

Revolutionary

On gray unexplored paths,
Where animals are on the prowl
The man made his way wolf
Looking around look prickly.

Skinny, sunken cheeks,
Flecked mouth wrinkles
And bony hands working
In iron have known a lot about.

Withered lips chenille
From blueberries, which he ate in the morning.
But his eyes looked obstinately
Not an old man - young, wise.

He was in a hurry, in a hurry to Peter
He knew that soon will begin ...
It was not a wimp, and the leader
Of those that lead to victory.

Of these - not broken in spirit
Gives rise to new people
Those who started the first
The new deal with a naked ...