Серёжа Драгни - Марш Славянки
текст песни

We paint the walls with you, those that the house is divided into boxes
Stalm, cover the tablecloth
We are waiting for guests, they are being taken trams
They are being taken to us Tu-Tu steamboats
They are hung by an airplane
Or drive on their mobiles
They hurry so that they do not take a mobile
They hurry so that they don't have time
Hot tea is still, but it cools down
Steel cars are driven to us
They are cramped like my pagons
Guests will not be soon
I like you very much pushing the curtains

I dream of the city
And a hangover after a booze
Givety combo me
I'm leaving for the march
I dream of the city
All that was on civilian
Do not be sad for me
I'll be back under the march

We write letters to each other
On the envelope risking the key's key
And you are so close from these sheets
And from the words that I am flying on them so low
Following the field of football
From which I carry sand in sneakers
Where it is sad, it hurts a little
From the fact that I am in construction, and you are on the fucking parties
But we will come my dmb and I'm at home
I will become an unemployed and curly guy again
Mom, the year flew so fast
No, son, this year stretched for a long time too much