Текст песни Игорь Большев - Полуклиниченская цыганочка

I would not sing yes, it is impossible now not in impact,
How friends do not feel, the guitar brothers.
Scattered evil life in cities and water
Jumping life only hold on and sort of not to the songs.
Moan stands over the whole country, know in the hearts
All wine all the fault is such a prose.
These are cakes, summer rolls past
Who creates the enemies, brothers on her beloved.
The white light in the eyes in the clouds
The darkness in the minds, begun in the hearts, and no spark of light.
And not a drop of faith, you traveled faith,
All the horse under the tail is five years old, all someone else is he.
Here to howl, but you can not, I know indecent
Not a man's lucky faces in public.
I know myself full zero, my happiness itself
From that stupid pain heart tears on the part.
Oh how endless night, waiting and waiting for dawn,
And in the afternoon the soul is not mistaken, again neither spark light.
At least a spark of light.