Чёртов Рай - Картина
текст песни

You had a forest in the picture
Green Yes high you walked in it
There is your friend - old demon
Birch juice lacal
He spoke with fire
Ical to the moon

Yes, whips poured nuts in his palm
Wolves sang on the hills
The winds slept in wood

You had a house in the picture
Terem Teremok you visited it
You loved the young spring there
Birch juice lacal
He spoke with fire
Ical to the moon

and yes, nuts poured in the palm of my palm
Wolves sang on the hills
The winds slept in wood

what the hell of joy to do
All your paints are Chistles
On the canvas of your soul without conscience
Without greed and without self -interest

everything that was and what was not was - I will write
I rummage into the paints of the brush
Death, life, vodka, Anash
Without greed and without self -interest ...

I had a hell in my picture
I looked east in gold in the afternoon
God began to play-even
Birch juice lacal
He spoke with fire
Ical to the moon

oh yes, nuts poured in the palm of his palm
Wolves sang on the hills
The winds slept in wood

what the hell of joy to do
All your paints are Chistles
On the canvas of your soul without conscience
Without greed and without self -interest

everything that was and what was not was - I will write
I rummage into the paints of the brush
Death, life, vodka, Anash
Without greed and without self -interest ...