Текст песни ДДТ - Просвистела и упала на столе

I whistled and fell on the table
Just ate, but slipped on the ashes
Deaths songs where I have nothing to lose
The world is so small. Let me, brother, hug

Throughout the devils. Push, brother, pedal
An hour before his death, but not the burnt sorry
And in the open field angels, cornflowers
And we will, and there is no burning, no angst

And the sky will be met Sasha da Ilia
Enough bread, but 100 grams - without them you can not
What do we cry, is not a disgrace, which suffer
Rai - no slush, blizzard, our grace

All we tell about sunrise and sunset about
Mountain soot, but about the bitter marmalade
What is eaten, when the war ended
But how we got home in captivity

I whistled and fell on the table
Just ate, but slipped on the ashes
Deaths songs where I have nothing to lose
The world is so small. Let me, brother, hug