Текст песни Шанхай - Барин

Life is not on the penny
As a jug of a split.
Barin is not a trick,
that mine, then gold.
with loop tight
so long ago
I am a mend
Affectionate mine
me lose
nothing.
Bonfire broke out,
Flame licks twilight,
My knife is Oster
And until I died,
in the sky is burning
Monthly month
Night Give
I am a horse Solkin.

Barin early celebrate you
Night and day so sad
until without limb.
I'm in your estate flowers
Stretching for the outfit
not a hat, I remember that
before you and there is no case
We will judge the barin with you
The trail is a narrow nozzle.

How much I'm firewood
Bashed in his infancy
Broags bucket
Smelling on joy
Yes, and now
Forces did not diminish
Only with me
Knife yes beautiful.
The light is not a tristest,
troubles in vain,
Horse MY FIRE
Enhydly gentle.
The knife is not exact
Soon do not fade away
Blood will stand
People do not interfere with

Barin early celebrate you
Night and day so sad
until without limb
I'm in your estate flowers
Stretching for the outfit
not a hob I remember that
before you and there is no case
We will judge the barin with you
The trail is a narrow nozzle dark !!