Текст песни Диана Арбенина - Барабанщик

The drummer wakes up God
Boot, Berse Strong Hands.
Drummer shaves neck.
Gentle razor without difficulty.
I arched the back of the spring and broke the ridge.

Casting color of the patient nose,

The drummer fell ill.

The drum is sad without a fight,

Dust falls on the sides.

Drummer rass
Besibly for love.
I arched the back of the spring and broke the ridge.

In the morning butterflies are faster than all
Recognize about him
And in a big saccha without windows
Drummer will live.
The drum will be thrown into the angle
He chokes in general.
I arched the back of the spring and broke the ridge.

Casting color of the patient nose,
The drummer fell ill.
The drum is sad without a fight,
Dust falls on the sides.
Drummer rass
Besibly for love.
I arched the back of the spring and broke the ridge.

Drummer wakes God
Boot, Brass, drummer
Wakes God, drummer
Wakes, drummer wakes boots ..
Bo ...
Ha ...