Текст песни Александр Махнач - Поэма

(Dedicated to the fighter)

Inexperienced and modest even
Makhnach went south
Watch football, lie on the beach,
EVERY OF THE PHETHOURSELF BEARS.

Under the knock of wheels, hissing beer,
Fan songs are quiet rumble,
He rode clean and naive
Not believing in tomorrow.

Night meeting on the platform,
They are met by Rostov-father
The company is not outsidable
Brother Vitas, humanity, fighter.

Rostov - wrapped in gardens
He flattened the southern heat
And therefore a little strange
Zenit did not please the game.

Vasily asked: "Sasha, beer?"
Then the steam locomotive signaled
And that's it. The whole vacation has turned
In continuous fan bargose

Kuban wines
Resorters are a marvelous crowd
With a guitar and in the southern hat
Makhnach forgot when he slept

Legs broken from walking
From the kisses of the whole
He did not think that the rampant
The natural end will come

He remembers vaguely about Krasnodar.
Football, hotel, station
And the feeling is strange, as if
I have not said about something important

Buzzing train, glass of vodka
And the songs of the day in all.
Sister Katya- mild voice
With him, songs about Zenit sings.

Put the walls of the old life of the wall
With your charred shoulder.
What a goodness, probably
Born Sasha Makhnach.

July 04, Makhnach.