Текст песни Вікторія Дикобраз - Прощання. Романс

Do not eat clay,
Son, even as we would like.
Even if promotional,
even if brought.
Hospitals and so
crowded, bear a conscience.
You want to turn?
I asked, do you want to or not?

They throw you,
boldly and honestly - the grandmother.
Promise tale,
and poison stomachs and hearts.
If clay
you chew with the "morning event" -
consider, young
subscribed to the status of a dead man.

Listen for the last time,
with respect hearken minute.
I am here as a witness
There proyidenyh generations.
"Do not enter the McDonald's,
di-ti-no, do not eat Pla sty-lee-on.
This is perhaps the last living -
trouy it not in it! .. "

And doubts extinguished,
when you laugh fault
in foam from when
drowning in fast food tray.
Together with your laughter
died last alarm.
It will take several years
and you do not walk here.

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