Александр Кузнецов - Несознанка
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Late guest in spring
White snow lay on the ground
And the bullfinch sang a song to the frost
The shot was stupid
Burned with a hot flame
He didn’t want to fly away from winter
The shot was stupid
Burned with a hot flame
He didn’t want to fly away from winter
Snow fell, and with it trouble
They keep a boy in a cage
On the hundred and third, a considerable term hung
Guilt not proven, but meted out in full
And at the stage the boy sang quietly
I love free will more than life
The free will of the wounded wolf
I don’t give up my freedom for a ruble
That's how she is, unconscious
I don’t give up my freedom for a ruble
And here she is, an unconscious
One hundred and third to Magadan
Ten strict, bro
A couple of lines and release the envelope
My life has become a deception
Kichman in eternal supply
And at night I often dream of escaping
My life has become a deception
Kichman in eternal supply
And at night I often dream of escaping
I'll be thrown behind bars in the morning like a free bird
Through the thorns, through the blizzard chaos
I'll drown in the blue sky, but the crows won't understand
Why did the bullfinch fly in spring?
I'll drown in the blue sky, but the crows won't understand
Why did the bullfinch fly in spring?
I love free will more than life
The free will of the wounded wolf
I don’t give up my freedom for a ruble
That's how she is, unconscious
I don’t give up my freedom for a ruble
And here she is, an unconscious person
I love free will more than life
The free will of the wounded wolf
I don’t give up my freedom for a ruble
That's how she is, unconscious
I don’t give up my freedom for a ruble
And here she is, an unconscious person