Текст песни Bruks Production - миша фита

beyond these streets I will lay bones, my way to cosmas
tomorrow we are waiting at the upper lake to play dice
we meet guests and escort to the table
decency for the sake of - they call me to them in Astana

and with us, Kaliningrad is the Baltic paradise uncle
the bay and the promenade stood in a row, but what will happen to us?
we will lay bones for the Motherland, like our grandfathers
and binge like Anna German in Poland, her burden is light

there was a friend moishe, he, like me, is skinny - these are all the shadows of the past
in headphones Lev Leshchenko, birch grove in front of his eyes
wait for the night, and call home, sadness down
fire on the ground, dead wood burns and smoke sticks into the lungs

weightless remarks, and you have an uncle as a wife as children?
how I met you so you meet me.
come on a shot glass and drove a wild duke, planet
may summer be good, and good luck to you - good luck
and in no other way. by drunk on blue for mother's gray hair

behind the dome of the town hall, these are all the shadows of the past - fishing line and cargo
to cut it off, but not pull a hand to a simple business
tell for sins to whom, cling to the holy face

There are glare on the water, and it’s so embarrassing to admit that I love Vika.
Uncle bought everything and left for Astana to go home with his family
And I stayed, Calik - Balton and confident
I believe in myself, I believe in kalik - to my liking gave
verses on a bit, the sea wind - the surf shakes
I'm sure I’ll finish what I started, and nothing else

kalik - hello spring