Текст песни Глеб Петченко - Дорог на свете множество и тропок

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Roads in the world and a lot of trails
There pure alcohol , and there are soft drinks,
Someone in life only stropik ,
Well, some lumps Bring the rope .

Who is waiting for her short lifetime word
And someone is waiting for three thousand volumes,
And I - so apply Sokolowo -
Idleness and feasting paradise scrap !

Rattle somewhere native Hishki ,
Eyes burning flame ideas
And I need a chip and Irishka,
And a small circle of trusted people ...

But I have no luck in women and maps
And on the Yamal left kum native,
Cedric left - my neighbor 's party ,
Gladiator school one !

I do not want to cry and be humiliated ,
And Cedric too - will die , but smolchit !
Not in our years fraternize with red !
Not so , we were given a sword and shield !

Another fires consumed on camps ...
More from the pain in my soul light ...
Next , dogs do not wipe paws
Do not disgrace our craft !

1997