Текст песни Илюша Белый - Станция Мир

All Tublings on ON
and space without notes
Golushka in the floor, old red Sovie dream
under tears and moan, put new on the throne
Sadded themselves under the table and waited for the ringing
Voronene eyes on the streets of Moscow and
Friendship, People, Sickle and Hammer
Instead of a row face, and old Oskol
In the sky Apollo, the main heart is a cute background
But forgotten for a long time, as Soviet cars
Who needs these stars and the star head
just once sober hand with rim banknotes
just forget about space, but thunder gets
they will pay for not able to help
still old brilliance gilding icons
But it seems salty as a film popcorn
Extra Painted Beard, Painted Pop
But the crowp did not understand this joke
Note psychopaths it as a new law
But there was an old one, cho, dybad nozroid
Only the third arch did not live, became the last volume
Therefore, Doyle together with Mary Fowley
Soon everything will come back to the baby Dolly
Is it a bottom? Or a new Trojan pony?
Jokes except the new old technologies
Add to sugar salts and burn all icons
Better to fall my mouth into a verbal compote
Worse to crush the house, family and peace
Tighten the belt and jump into the fire
Easier to stretch the hem and beat the forehead