Текст песни Василий Солкин - Марш авантюристов

Guitar without a voice
Not a song - false
And the compass needle
Dancing a waltz.
Before the eyes of the stripes
And to the ground - bam!
Well, that's the end of the diary.
No, another paragraph.

Embroidered on the card
A chain of mountains.
One of all above there,
There is space behind her,
We are looking for her,
And I erased all my legs.
But someone, apparently, jokingly
He stole this mountain of ours.

Chorus: And you, brother, drop it, get the bull out of your pocket,
Smoke and walk, do not rely on God.
We will get there, but we’ll get there for more
And yet to leave the home threshold.

They would eat the guitar, but
I don’t.
We creep up slowly
And I spit
This greenery has many faces.
Let's go back, I'm myself to the sofa
I attach it with a chain.

I dream about that backpack
That floated down.
It has "chio-chio-san"
The bag was.
I can't open my eyes -
Already cooled down.
Sit people at home
I loved you so much!

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