Текст песни Генри Бэсхэ - Семь звёздных рубашек войны

In the mountains of the dales
All stands with huyami
He looks nervous and probably
Sun he iskapal sperm

Opening the chest shovel
Each first - guilty
Black wolf, white bird
I used to hold on his heart

Seven star shirts War
Already worn out, we

On the hill sit girlfriend
Clouds from a warm mug
Jump in the sun tired
Sentinel molded body

The body, the body is crooked
Between them stretched Falcon
Between Heaven and needle
Black bird, white wolf

Dad goes - to be crucified
Heart, heart Tolstopyatov
And hanging legs apart
Legged dolls

Chest - knees - grab
And the sky roll
Sun pulling on a rope
Crying birds moan Wolves

Across the sea, through grief
We have only two
The umbilical cord is cut short
Will carry out of the store

Crocodiles, Cheburashka
And in a straitjacket
Through the grave, through the swing
They ran, flew