Текст песни Keava - Ray

These persons in rye from the poverty childhood
broken knees and happiness
What was fit in piggy banks,
fed with honey air
And whistled in the hands of wooden swords.
When there are a lot of miles around
In a flaming rzhhan sea
There were some of our hearts -
The biggest, loudest,
and sail running over the edge
Kohli.
Was always behind.

We flew from the blackclocking clouds,
laughed from a shaking screen
and they flew rapidly
heavy
days
and vests.