Текст песни Владимир Бурдин - Белый сахар

mother wrote me about white garden
brother called me and asked to convey that
Cute me call you cry
on my funeral
nobody will believe me drove everywhere
no one will check I can and spitrate
how good in the morning as a cart in winter
You will like the grass to face the grass
Curls eyelid call back brother
I will not believe me not forgive me
Will you leave all in black with my funeral
Audit wind from all sides
swimming in the river the ball will fall on the ground
Sky in white hot sugar only in a dream
Smile laziness in the spin of roasted cat
In the morning vodka in the evening beer
live easily
Brother will go to the north over long ruble
he also did not believe me with him no longer drink
He took all the toys I took my pot
And the ball is not sinking
the ball is not sinking no no
He is good