Singer: Sergey Trofimov Trofim. Page 1

I live in Russia, in the most extreme point of life.
I live in Russia - this is just my Motherland.
In this wild power, shackled dreams of the past,
Unlikely life richer and easier, but this is my home.

I'm tired of disintegration and decay,
I want to do every day in the spring.
The rainbow to paint the gray walls,
That white light is not lost in the window.
I want to love, is it so hard -
To see instead of masks the credulity of people...
And then, perhaps, it will be possible
To learn to live with trees and birds.

Oh, who would give loan
Until next winter
And forgot about it
Oh, who would give loan.

There, there, there eternal summer,
There, there, there free life.
There the Lord will give everyone a candy
And call to your communism.

And for us are grown
Virtual children "neta".
Which has no past.
So, no..

He left, cursing the corruption
Abusing power and the Constitution
And took my presumption
In the money of the people of the United States.
And I vodka pepper
I just kept thinking about the visit of the tax,
Knowing the stupid phrase:
Russia - a generous soul.

And more than six months,
Evening weather forecast
To determine the nature
Of our nature.

It is said on earth was God
They say that he taught good
And we have an entire platoon perished,
Where he served as petty officer my friend.

It is a pity that the measure of our lives
We understand the life care.

And in this forsaken Lord of the universe
Don't call love
It's not there anymore.

I'd like to build a magical city...
Time with the harmony to make friends,
That was every someone
And not late to live.

Who is honest, he is right, who is right, and he is stronger.

But now the whole world goes to war,
He smells our blood, the worse for him.
My soul is light, my friends with me
And then we'll see who wins.

Sixteen soul can not be afraid.