Текст песни Stropharia i Cubensis - Бил её как в боксе левой левой правой

To fly over the horizon
We only need wings to flap
Her whole life is a beautiful dream
Only to fall asleep again

Pope engineer mother worked in pradlёnke
Daughter affectionately called Alyonka
Grandmother read fairy tales in her trembling hands
Communal apartment house in 4 floors
Drunk neighbors first steps Mountains
Empty bottles in the kitchen floor the night of laughter and controversy
Kindergarten Christmas party snowflake
Dad claps girl picture
Bows dresses time somewhere rolls
Back backs cuttlefish
Grandmother did not become boring and without it
Dad came drunk would not have lutshe
The first class of prescription average number of the second installment
Asterisk face boy sandals white apron
Math Five beautiful handwriting
Exemption from sport congenital kidney disease
Classics on the pavement
Inscription I love you on school desk
The girl must stay proudly as befits a lady
My mother's lipstick and shoes with heels
And where we are, we just spectators
Many are accustomed to in all blame the parents
They left the country in the dreams of a bright future
Them in the head would not come to us so loving
Rows of barbed wire town settlers
5 foreigners in the whole school in a class alone Germans
on the break a bunch of their close
Again storm clouds and rain on the roof byot
summer vacation back to his hometown
she wanted to stay there forever would be a reason
it is waiting for the cold of a foreign country mentality
and homeland left behind somewhere

To fly over the horizon
We only need wings to flap
Her whole life is a beautiful dream
Only to fall asleep again

has become a big boy phone calls
cheap pop yelling at all of the recorder
and on the balcony she also sang serenades
Cigarette discos restaurants promenades
rumors have spread like flies know our
always there were more jealous and terrible
work on acquaintance moved to the capital
wanted to start a family to decide
First husband from Turkey spoiled her flowers
Prayed three times a day, a devout Muslim
Hit her in the left box left, right
When his friends called Russian slut
She hid the bruises from their parents
And gave birth to a child from his tormentor
Fucking bitching story
I've heard all of these no more than a couple of
Curtain fell stormy avatsii
Her husband was shot dead in the center of the people of that nation
Said a matter of honor, I do not understand
Why did he beat her and not someone else's wife
Allah Akbar child grew bloomed like forget-me
I am sorry that it will later be called a bastard
At least for a moment, stop this train
He rolls on the rails keep the story
Paul eternity later, she married again
Owner discos former family man where really there
Do not beat her but drank as they say the risk profession
In the board for its Orthodox confessions
Near the 2 sons one sitting on drugs
Bruising under the eyes and stomach cramps
2 assistant his trusty right hand
respected her parents loved the old man
it started strangely Jr.
slashed his wrists in the bathtub opening all faucets
bury husband had the most physically could not
crematorium released into the atmosphere could
things went downhill loan debt ulcer
doctors diet and medications to no avail
a new diagnosis of stomach cancer
smeyalalsya husband and screamed that this bad joke

To fly over the horizon
We only need wings to flap
Her whole life is a beautiful dream
Only to fall asleep again
her life is a beautiful dream
Only to fall asleep again