Текст песни Женя Петрушенко - На теле матовых дорог...

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On the body of matte roads
There are countless ulcers.
"My will", "I could",
"My will", "I would", "you would" -
All kilometers of extra words -
Empty as a can from coffee -
Morayat in thousands of heads
What was not! And do not care
What in Lukomorye now quiet:
Russia Hyuno in oblivion,
Church died mouse,
And citizen as ghost
Wanders along peptic roads
On the unloved job ...
Your will would be able to - you could -
You would surely be able ... Yes, not a hunt.