Текст песни Иван Пинженин - Голуби мира приносят войну

jacket smells like rain
doves of peace bring war
the point is what - the point is that ,
the matter goes to sleep.
snow tastes like water,
hands from the cold grave ,
to shed a tear rub "Agdam "
in his gums and lips.
the sun , the usual winter sun .
Coffee Czech and semolina .
he who believes and waits , he will wait ,
Love does not pass as a cough .