Текст песни 123. ДДТ - Просвистела

Whistled and fell on the table
I ate a little and rolled over the ashes
Of the killed songs. There I have nothing to lose.
The world is so small. Let me, brother, hug you.

Devils are everywhere. Step on the pedal, brother.
An hour before death, but not a pity for the burned out.
And in the open field - angels, cornflowers.
And we are free. And there is no burning, no melancholy.

And in the sky they will meet Sashka and Ilya.
Enough bread and a hundred grams are impossible without them.
Why should we cry. There is no shame here, why suffer.
Paradise is not a slush. The blizzard is our grace.

We will tell you everything: about sunrise and about sunset,
Mountains of soot and about bitter marmalade,
What did you eat when the war ended
Since we sat down at home in captivity.

Whistled and fell on the table
I ate a little and rolled over the ashes
Killed songs. There I have nothing to lose.
The world is so small. Let me, brother, hug you.