Текст песни Дети капитана Гранта - Улица Боба

"Street Bob"
There are streets of the world, which no vpomine
War rages in the world
Sad face on Frunze streets
And at night I can not sleep on the streets of Pushkin
Dreaming carefree time capital
And rhyme poets yellow pages
On Lenin Street red flags
And koji afraid
Name the street of our city named Bob
Let every passerby in the RANS steps on the weak beat
Name the street of our city named Bob
Let every passerby in the RANS steps on the weak beat
The water dries up in the channels
And the pit of broken roads. On the backs of the living tratuary
Children write Polina + Dima = Love
New Blood cities and trams soar higher and higher
And I can already hear from the windows of houses bed boys bed boys
O o o o