Singer: Chizh I so.

For more of the 38th began to walk from the middle of April.
For more of the 38th began to walk in the middle, but I can't wait!
I couldn't wait
I went, I went by myself -
The sleepers and rails.
For more on the 38th, it is impossible to get a ticket.
For more on the 38th, I still wouldn't buy a ticket
No money, well, to hell with him!
I have long been accustomed to.
Thank God I still have enough strength
In the end, I'm not an old man.
Additional 38th, caught me in the end.
Additional 38th, caught me at the end.
It's too late. I was already at home
You sat at the window, you drink your evening tea.
And then the house fell the night,
- If you can, forgive.
- If you want to stop.

My bag stuffed with bread and beat me on the legs.
Canvas bag, stuffed with bread and beat me on the legs.
But I went and laughed
Laughed about this and that.
And then hit the shower,
I was soaked to the bone.
But I dropped boots
And stomped from the path barefoot.

Here's the music
Such, a pancake, eternal youth.

Singing teacher, though he was married,
Had an affair with our social studies teacher.
Knew about it the whole school,
Not excluding the Junior classes.
He even wanted to get a divorce
But what he was holding.
Can be three children,
And, maybe, the Director of the school.
After all, he loved singing teacher,
At recess they were kissing.

Another was the soloist at Helen,
The one that was in the year younger.
She had had a penchant for overstatement.
She was in love with the drummer.
The drummer liked Olga,
The one that played on elanike,
And Ola dreamed of a solo guitarist,
And sometimes a singing teacher.

In the closet, that for an Assembly hall
Rehearsing for a school ensemble.
Vocal-instrumental.
Called Youth.
Drummer, rhythm, solo and bass
And, of course, Ilonka.
The head was a teacher of singing,
He knew how to play the accordion.

And I'll be supernova superstar -
A lot of money, car, everything.
Smiling you say, "How cool
I'll give you a hug," you're right...
"How cool
I'll give you a hug".
Write me a love song,
Only something broken string,
Yes broke the pen. I'm sorry
Maybe next time, now is the time
To sleep...

And not to sing me a love song,
And not to invent any new genre
Pop motif and poems
And all life to receive a fee.
My song will be heard thousands of eyes,
My photo snap hundreds of hands,
My sun will tell me: "It's about us",
Laugh at the best friend.


Chizh I so.On submitarticle

Was very concerned about the air our people:
We have not returned in the night from the bombing plane.
Radio operators clawing at the air, barely finding the wave,
And now five minutes to four heard the words:
Well done! The night was,
And the objects we bombed to the ground.
We left, slipping into darkness.
We fly to the mother land.
The whole team is intact, and the car came
On parole and on one wing.
What a shot, what a fight.
Yes, we really hit the target for tonight!
How we sing as we limp through the air
Look below, theres our field over there.
With our full crew aboard
And our trust in the Lord
Comin' in on a wing and the prayer.

We're flying, slipping into darkness.
We crawl on the last wing.
Tank broken tail lights and the car is flying
On parole and on one wing.
Comin' in on a wing and the prayer.
Though there's one motor gone
We can still carry on.
Comin' in on a wing and the prayer.


Chizh I so.Bombardirovschikov quotes

He had the syringe in my hand, but he's not a doctor
And he sees himself crucified on the door
He is doomed as a military trumpeter,
He's just a fan of liquid three.

He does not care that his step unsteady,
And what ridiculous his words.
In his wallet as usual,the beggar,
He was just an Amateur liquid number two.

In the alley there is a blue booth
He was attached to the tail of a colorless spin
But there is this terrible Vice,
He's just a fan of the liquid one.

He didn't know that you can survive the morning
Somebody black had kindled in his throat the fire
He hears gurgling in the kitchen not wrapped crane
He is now a fan of liquid under the number zero.