Текст песни Сатана Печёт Блины - Я буду один писать альбом

I will write an album alone
in a remote village near Bordeaux
hung on goa vissarion
I hope he comes back later

while he catches the hundredth trip
while he wraps himself in smoke
and I am under the horse-drawn creak
I’m writing the tenth album

I only drink red wine
read baudelaire at dawn
far from the cops but anyway
Russia always sounds in me

and songs are written only about her
and breathes lighter and warmer
and the heart is heard in silence
from Russian nets powered

hung on goa vissarion
I hope he comes back later
I will write an album alone
in a remote village near Bordeaux