Текст песни Юлий Буркин - Осколки неба

Oh my john,
As Sake Freedom is oxane.
Oh my floor,
Wings lost and did not find ...

Where is the island from coral,
Where are the beetles sing Chorala?
Why lie ridiculous
In the form of a puddle shards of the sky?

Oh, my George,
You look like a Buddha in my youth.
Oh, my ring, oh,
No friends do not need anything ...

Planted submarine,
On a karmic mine
And fly, fly ridiculous
In anywhere fragments of the sky ...