Текст песни Владимир Навроцкий - Вилы

That's what beats in the head, moderate, however, force,
something like a spoon in the car on the edge of the glass:
- Well, which may have once been stored silage,
but it was never lost his revolver

and other interesting things, for example, slaughtered
fork village fool;

- Red plastic chair with the words "Coca-Cola"
from the beer tent, one hundred and forty;

- Vase, which never had a rose, even once
even cloves (thrown on the irrelevance, without tears, without a break);

All that wants to be told, but not worth the story.
All that existed, but did not participate in the events.

All that is asked to be remembered, but it does not deserve.

It is now my business.
I realized what I needed.