Текст песни готовый - 1160

Take off the iron bird, it became a dream to me more often
I appreciate that there is now, I know what happiness is
Coming out of the house do two turns key
I believe in brotherly love and the heart of the city lights

Proud of their neighborhood and the street of the Soviet
The first mouthfuls cigarette, remember with whom spent his childhood
Next door is left almost nobody
And where I would not know it here will foot

City sincere words and empty talk
Tsygankov not tell anything deck
We do not hold, there is no weather

With a smile on his face said everything microphone
Throw the anchor here, do not even hesitate to
Eyes light up in a circle home-grown tobacco, this is happiness