Текст песни 27-ой километр - Игра в мяч

[Music - Roman Suslov, text - Arkady Semenov]

Let the accumulation of successes
Flowed like water from a hand,
And I love to play ball,
Because he is always elastic.

Let respects alcohol doctor
And in the hospital abounds nectar
And I love to play ball,
After all, the ball somehow transcend kick.

And when I have the ball,
Behind a noise,
I make a counter-movement
And leaving aside,
And strongly hit a ball.

Let baker loves loaf
And I can not imagine without flour hands.
And I love to play ball,
Because he flies to the zenith.

Let someone can harness
And carry on the night away, away at a gallop,
And I love to play ball,
Because he rides, ringing.

And when I have the ball,
Behind a noise,
I make a counter-movement.
If you ask all of a sudden,
What I love vsyo still more:
Laugh il crying?
I will answer on the fly,
What I like to play ball
And I will send his foot over the line ...