Текст песни Walkie T. - Walkie's Winter

All of the same name broadcast to you about who is
Winter Sounds want me to shake off his stolen ice
Singing in the ranks for his homeland - without singer gesheft
For me, any lattice a hashtag and sharp
And we should all write, to write, to be glorified, rocks
From these posters, -palets a finger will not hit itself
All rolling the ball in hell here in vain we ran here
Forget our ashes sixteen, seventeen winters
And celebrate celebrating my brother left us red gift
Previously stremayutsya play, now I'm at the table
Each phrase snow falls on your lips
In our constantly shoots patsanchik fate
We are here - your trouble, I am the voice of our children
Maybe tomorrow the order, and shouting "Hurrah!" die!
Heaven dressed up in Bronicas
But the winter has chilled the blood of 15, I was invisible to the drones