Текст песни Дюна - Ох что ж я маленьким не здох

Oh, over the river, the river
Flying birds flock to London
Better I would have been blind
So your eyes do not see, Blond, Blond
Or would you rather be deaf
To not hear your voice, Blond
Believe me, I've long been a big
How long was the largest ...
Believe me, Blond

Heavy my cross
And not near places
With you there is no availability
Best of best
While the light is
As long as the blood boils
I know, do not return the love

Dear Mom
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Well I'm not a little dead?
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Well I'm not a little dead?

I took a white mackintosh
And he bought the car brand «Honda»
I would be in the heart of a sharp knife
I wish I was born crooked, Blond, Blond
It would be better foot dragging
Ile untimely rested, received the Order
And opens to cover the night
Chi-chi-chi, chi-chi-chi ...
You hear Blond?