Singer: Kaspiyskiy Gruz

right now she is already a mother, she has stretch marks.

But none of them work.

And we are no longer with us,
And you go alone under the lanterns,
But know I will be a shadow of your continuation in this moment.

Take it back to Letual tomorrow.

They yell that they will break the entrance,
I smiled and hugged my family.

On which couch we still decide to grow old /

When you get there, write ...

I look in them and a stone from the soul.

And if they ask how to get to the lane of sorrow, we will shrug our shoulders.

We are guilty of, so our case accusative.
We tramp in the fermentation process.
And we were already helpful
But so far, not to kill.

And I could go to a city of brides
To start again
And find myself there the best,
From Ivanovo.

And somewhere up there I'll ask what I did
And pointing to a sign saying "Hell".
And I'm not in La, sorry
That is not lived as told and as wanted.

She whispers to me that this time'll do it myself.
Creaking bed, she wanted to break her.
In body language into her words.
I like that I can be with her impudent.

Me on the floor, the blade barrel of the AK
You cry and I can't even submit a headscarf.
Ink flowed, they say waterproof - they are lying!
Include tomorrow in "L'etoile", let him return.