Текст песни Игорь Растеряев - Ромашки

All day the sky fly
Any aircraft.
They are on vacation in Pattaya
Probably carry someone.

And I walk in the open field
Go - delirium by Burian
It died from alcohol
Vaska and Roman friends .

I is not one comrade
On one of those rural cemeteries,
Where the warm breeze on the oval a photo
Sings a song about counterfeit vodka .

Imagine this road
Guys have chosen themselves ,
Yet someone , by God ,
They pushed and tripped .

What would neither work nor home,
What would nip bubbles yes ,
What would instead Vasey and Roma
Only cornflowers yes daisies.

I is not one comrade
On one of those rural cemeteries,
Where the warm breeze jumps in surprise ,
Blue crosses remembering names .

But all words are useless
And do not fix it.
The bank will have to iron
bouquet of daisies deliver.

Let yourself just standing ,
Let it be the most beautiful
At the village churchyard
Countries with the name Russia .