Текст песни Зазеркалье - Деревянный бушлат

We did not wear from-kutuur
Not watched model parade:
We knew that I was smart for us
The easiest wooden bushlate,

chorus:
After all, sometime on Alma Sunset
Will dilitate these black days
And in simple wooden bushlate
We will become a salt of the earth.

Possess your eyes to the fullest
The severity of drunk and sticky eyelashes,
These ever open doors -
Doors in prisons and mental hospitals.

(chorus)

And in finer the cruel distribution
We want you, friends, caress,
So that dry and strong gaps
This trash continued to wear.

(chorus)