Текст песни Алексей Вдовин Точки на щеках весны - Кружите

I was surrounded
I was surrounded
And words are no longer sorry for me
Around one fires
My Island - Garden and Breasta
My bridge - board and nails
This is how everything is simple
But nothing is unknown
Common, circling
Your circle is not clear
Sisters, brothers
Seventh water and shore
Seven times measured the sun
They cut their hands and legs
And I stand on the threshold
Opening your own shadow
I'll climb the road in the palms
I climb and see the table
And now I'm still on my knees
At the cola in the yard - brave
I am coming Kosolapapo
But two boots are not container
Do not sell me to the West
What a fucking hippie
My color long on lip
My honey collected devils
Do not believe them, do not believe
And eternity does not smell nothing
Even incense is suspended by the wind
Leave yourself kilometers
Leave hours and minutes
Carry me, carry
Breakfast primary field
So that the breakdown has become me
Not a waterfall
Common, circling
Common, circling
As long as living to live
Tell, break ...