Текст песни Гречка на столе - Гречkа

Life is pain when buckwheat zero - doklali British scientists
This world is cruel to us, braza, nobody will appreciate our efforts

Can you come to my door is always open to you will we have buckwheat from one trough.
The weather is so-so, so-so and mood. The time has come for universal reconciliation

People, buckwheat unites us,
and what we feel when we sorted out?
When black kick out of our lives
What, then, in your opinion, PEOPLES, justice?

And you're sitting at home in minus 20 weather
And no it does not go to bed before 12
After all, you're waiting for the snow to the sky from buckwheat
Buckwheat - our all. all - it is our buckwheat