братья Карамазовы - С января до декабря...
текст песни

You are faithful children
their ants
We roll the ball of the plan in the palm of the palm of your hand
Well hello dear
Meet your sons
You forgot us
And we scored

And in the hemp sky of Ukrainian fields
Black roads on our hands
If it does not run here tomorrow
then look for our follow in heaven

Black evening black smoke
from January to December
White watchman in the clouds
Waiting for you and waiting for me
Black wind black smoke
On the mountain and under the mountain
Life knocked out the window
with a dressing hand

Our dogs are tired of biting us
they love us, they are like brothers
The pale city will wait a long time
good songs without words of curses

And in the hemp heaven of the nonsense fields
Black roads on our hands
If it does not run here tomorrow
then look for our follow in heaven

Black evening black smoke
from January to December
White watchman in the clouds
Waiting for you and waiting for me
Black wind black smoke
On the mountain and under the mountain
Life knocked out the window
with a dressing hand

Funning aunts catch us like flies
resume on the side we have my bart number
Crazy tram
Dolbo-day, dolbo-night
drove drove until he died

And in the hemp sky of Spanish fields
Black roads on our hands
If it does not run here tomorrow
then look for our follow in heaven

Black evening black smoke
from January to December
White watchman in the clouds
Waiting for you and waiting for me
Black wind black smoke
On the mountain and under the mountain
Life knocked out the window
with a dressing hand