Текст песни Юрий Брыгин - Пресня Красная

Presnya Red
Yuri Brygin
We lived nicely. We drank sweetly.
We hit the heart in Moscow.
And love was under champagne,
Yes, the bit of the goatrea is Zhiganskaya.

Slaky circle with prosecutors.
Doors areged, yes with constipation.
Who in sickles will leave who will remain
All one with a prosperity will come.

Presnya red, shipping!
Take me, my darling.
Not forward to you, indoor to trouble
Yes, it is waiting for the stage, but sadness.

I'm not a karany, so that on the tie.
You are "Stolypin" -Brat, only take out.
We go to Siberia on the Decembrists.
Frosty night. The sky is clear.

What is written, it will come true.
Walking, fear.
Gorky flour. Fresh dough.
Presnya Red - place close.

Presnya red, shipping!
Remember me, my darling.
I am a salted house - Siberia Dal-Nya.
Oh, my fate is a chalky life.