Текст песни Группа Бутырка - По ту сторону забора

County town with provincial life,
Where ours also hid, in the thorns of the camp.
Here my life will no longer be in step with the will,
The official pea jacket does not warm me and does not press.
Here my life will no longer be in step with the will,
The official pea jacket does not warm me and does not press.

Chorus:

On the other side of the fence, on the other side of the doors,
I will not appear soon, your singing nightingale,
On the other side of the fence, on the other side of the doors,
I got a lot of time, in one bouquet of articles.

We will puff for the soul, and life will cheer up,
In a forgotten corner, where the pines reach the sky,
And the plot will float over the zone, seven-colored,
Shaitan-grass will beat down, you see, there are no problems ...