Белая Гвардия - Бенгальский залив
текст песни

I'm walking along the pavement
I break the snow with a boot.
And in my soul sings
Liverpool plate.
No doubt, no loss,
Instead of a button - a thread,
I did something with me
New Year card!

I fly to those parts
Where palm trees groan from the heat,
Eternal ricksha goes to heaven,
Chocolate and sad.
The ocean lies at the feet
I'm almost used to him
And on the wet on the sand
The trace of the motorcycle is melting.

Sari flies around the sky,
So we once flew
Someone painted us
At the water in the rays of sunset.
I'm diving with my head
In the foam white from the run,
I suffocate from a sip
Burning snow ...