Текст песни Искандер Эскандаров - сердце растамана

Vladimir
It will be again:
Oil falls down a sandwich.
Again I slam the door,
Again, you will type.
It will be again:
Breaks out in us the flame of adversity.
With a wild cry: I'm sorry!
I resorted to you in the morning ...

I hate myself,
Because I love your whim.
Tracking with the orchestra "friends"
And through binoculars from the balcony staring.
I am to them as a singer who sings on "encore".
I'm with you, as a humble, poor drunkard!

At the heart of the storm Rastaman
I wish you a
It is necessary to me idevalas
undress
undress
At the heart of the sea Rastaman
At the heart of the field Rastaman
striped head
I would like you with such a
Ra - the wound - the wound on the heart Rastaman ...

I exhausted you.
You torture,
You - the carrot and the stick.
You're alive and dead.
I have a dream, that you (bitch) was not!
Perfect was the world,
While I did not recognize you.
As Samson without hair,
Exhausted.
You betrayed me again!

With a terrible pestilence in
I'm on the outside is the same as all.
Ruthless to the suffering of the soul,
To educate our culture.
It will be again:
Oil falls down a sandwich.
I will come and say softly:
"I love you, you fool."

At the heart of the storm Rastaman
I wish you a
It is necessary to me idevalas
undress
undress
At the heart of the sea Rastaman
At the heart of the field Rastaman
striped head
I would like you with such a
Ra - the wound - the wound on the heart Rastaman ...