I am ready to cross three hundred seas,
To go back there
Where we were all kind
And yet they have not always been scammed.
Didn't look so solid
Didn't see, wore
They did not reprimand, did not take out
Where "Who are you?" they did not threaten in vain.
Where in the general transport they figured out the regiment.
Barefoot, where the dirt still pins your feet.
Wider vogolyak, foliage leaves,
And you and I will shoot a bullet in a rat.
Borogozim while the spark is flying.
We are not gray-haired and no bald.
Strive higher.
Either do not lend, or count thousands.
Sugary poison, blows off the roof.
And it is unlikely that you betrayed your son if you knew for this, you did not hand over your friend for the package of this disgusting object.
And if you still go away, I'll fuck in.
there are no sirens here, but fearfully,
in shit up to my waist I run like Forest Gamm, mind in a sheaf of foliage.
Where am I, where are you, where is your pathos, where are your show-offs?
Well, meet me Moscow, on the head of the patient.
I'm here to fuck you, but at the time of the carvalol.
And wherever they found me, there would be only an excuse, I would have turned mountains with a word for the truth, to my love!
How I would like to rewind time.
Meet all my friends in the courtyards.
How I would like from morning until dawn to collect all the stones together at the end of the earth.
My naive dreams will heal the wounds.
Halfway through, I'm looking for the ground under my feet.
I remember my childhood, what they were early, now they are all adults.
For the future, the plans of passers-by did not recognize each other, those who had long been friends.
It's strange how this life picks up speed, and here they are 40, and here it is - old age!
Outside Moscow, white winter ... bye!
We will not see you, fate has spread us along the banks in pursuit of a dream.
Get me out of this state.
I remember we missed each other just the other day.
With the guys in the Kuntsevo area, your price was always different, but now everything has gone wrong.
In remote areas where there is still a question,
Remember, we are touched by the idyll
Where is your "pink world"
You will convince me that he will be different.
But I won't believe it, my God, you don't have to ask.
Strengths where the home doesn't wait.
I have not picked up the phone for a long time already, with your dialers.
It is easier for tears to be, among the pretentious rooms,
And here the sheets are scribbled and the voice is torn.
But still then look Mom in the eyes.
How to be? How to know? How to do it, or what to say?
I will re-output the sound from the large speakers.
Forget for the province, fast speed of ambition
How I would like to rewind time.
Meet all my friends in the courtyards.
How I would like from morning until dawn to collect all the stones together at the end of the earth.
