Текст песни Дмитрий Авилов - Горошина

What is thrown - then thrown
Words on the scales.
Povers are laid
Twelve beat the clock.
A junction in a hurry,
The lesson of centuries is forgotten.
And will the fairy tale
Check on life.

From the cobweets of the dress,
Cares, shoes ...
For everything, for everything will be paid
Piglet tears.
For all, my good -
Do not go anywhere.
And fragile pea -
So it's nonsense!

The bride became Cinderella,
Harbor - Groom.
Palace - Shalash from the pegs.
I'm so afraid for them!
Ah, will it endure
Waste Szykaya Paradise?
Play, as long as I do not find
Sharganochka, play.

What is thrown - then thrown.
Scales are swinging.
Trani, my pea,
Careless clock.
Trani, my good,
And there somehow ...
What is thrown - then thrown.
Being not returned.