Текст песни 27-ой километр - Под откос

[Music - Alexander Frolov, Text - Arkady Semenov]

The wind's blowing
Through the hole in the pipe.
Stars shine
By themselves.
Under the sloping millstone
Crumble stars in pieces.
And nichal ship cargo
How fond of foliage.

Without trepidation and passion
No extra words and tears
With scatter and on the part, under the slope!
Stop crane breaks again
Another forecast,
And the sky floats under the slope!

Trunk for the belt
And one hundred grams on the chest.
Put your train
On the fiber!
There are no winners in this race,
In this race on the world.
In silence, tube
Take and get out of yourself!

Without trepidation and passion
No extra words and tears
With scatter and on the part, under the slope!
Stop crane breaks again
Another forecast,
And the sky floats under the slope!

Trump Power
- spending them in the fight.
This is a pitchfork
To myself,
In the way legs,
Vyun yes Leched,
And the road to nowhere.