Текст песни Игорь Растеряев - Васильки да Ромашки

All day the sky fly
Some planes.
They're on vacation in Pattaya
Perhaps bringing in someone.

And I walk in the open field
Go-delirious by Burian
It died from alcohol
Vaska friends and novels.

I is not one comrade
On one of the village cemetery,
Where the warm breeze on an oval a photo
Sings a song about counterfeit vodka.

Imagine this way
The guys have chosen themselves,
Yet someone, by God,
They pushed and tripped.

What would no job, no home,
What would ryumashki bubbles yes,
What would instead Vasey and Roma
Yes only cornflowers daisies.

I is not one comrade
On one of the village cemetery,
Where the warm breeze jumps in surprise,
Blue crosses remembering names.

But all the words are useless
And do not fix it.
The bank will have to iron
bouquet of daisies deliver.

Let yourself just standing,
Let it be the most beautiful
In the village churchyard
Countries with the name of Russia.