Singer: Sergey Trofimov Trofim

Extinguish the light flooded the cattle up,
Like yeast thrown in the shit.

The fact that we are still choking a drunken stupor
In the European mugs roadsides,
We accuse the Tatars,
But doubt very much.

Historically, we have unhappy people,
That is not the king - the Mason from Germany.
That Smoking causes, earth propyl,
It threatens us freedoms circumcision.

Don't tell about anything from the past
We'll leave him alone.
You're so good now,
I want you to know it.

Don't leave me - all I ask
More on earth I do not need.
Don't leave me, I breathe you,
Even in the pitch darkness I'm alive you're around.

When the war ended
And my people will heal the pain
A newborn country
Asks power of a giant.
And you suddenly find that life
Has the main value.
And we are the catcher in the rye
Fought with his own shadow.

It's my native, it's somewhere in the depths,
It is the most sacred thing left in me.
It stores and treats us as the Lord's Grace,
This is what not to buy and not to take away.

But I got you
So, the Lord is with me.
Light your fascinated,
Refresher this spring
I love I'll be forgiven,
You love will be Holy.

How late we grow wise
Price losses, mistakes, and losses.

A night in Noire neon streets
Dressed in rags, wanders the Ghost of Versace
By people with a cocaine button,
In an exclusive charged cars.
Do not be envious - they're in the pause,
Stuck forever with brimstone key.
In General, from their experience of the holiday
Only with a noose around his neck to get rid of.

In the center of the debate of the fellowship of the nerds -
Who stole the power of the story?
Next to the Chinese, eating gingerbread,
Mark quietly the entire territory.

Immediately with margins, a dip in the dungeon,
You get on the metro-level.
In the intestine, a wicked hangover,
Wandering mutants of Soviet culture.
Beware of caps with cockarde,
Shaved nape, curly robbers
A lush blonde with big attic
And youngsters from the eyes of a dead man.

Summer in Moscow is more than a drought
It is a system global search
Knowledge of occupations, in the bosom, behind the ear.
Plug your Bluetooth to the metropolis.

We did not make the revolution,
And now unlikely -
Too expensive we design
From abusenik chicken legs.