ВОРОН КУТХА - Вернусь
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The distant city of Petersburg.
The distant island of Crimea.
I have firmly got used to this circle,
And what should I do with him?
But it does not shine there, here a bummer
Once again in a row.
From poppy nonsense, wheels to scrap,
And instead of songs - mat.

From smoke, the voice plunged.
From vodka the roof is tearing.
Dumb, thoughtless lawlessness.
A broken plane.
But how much can you fly like that
Everything is down and all down.
I so wanted to learn to sing
And I learned to drink.

But I'll be back there again
Where cities were taken in a word.
Where the beliefs are full of heart,
And if they sang, they sang to the end.

I was a calf, became a bull.
Horns grow with might and main.
I would tear my forehead, at once, ahead,
Yes, the skin is road.
And it is worth forgetting about her once,
And do not pass a whip.
Live with wolves - howl to wolf,
But shame to sing about it.

When it would not be dark water,
We all went to the variety.
To whom love is a star in the window,
To whom love is diarrhea.
It is so embarrassing to believe in life here,
Especially play.
And I whisper to myself: hold on
We have nothing to lose.