Текст песни Сергей Бабкин - Сон

* Here and so ... *

The blanket will collapse under me
Lips squeezing languidly
I'll try to sleep.
Dreams of a city with white houses
Under electric wires
And at all with one star, oh

How much can you hide in the basement
I heard - we were called,
I will take you with me.
Soon as a dog homeless pack
We will be caught by the traders,
We will wash our hands, mmmm ...

How many whites, how many red?
We are all forty-nine million.
Do not trust? You want to count it yourself.
Who had time to wear the epaulettes
On the pyronome smells of moonshine
The echelons are going to heaven, ah.

And not to the left and not to the right
Everywhere there are oak groves. Bravo!
What would not have thought to run, like this.
Pressure networks, children drown
Knit loops with an interval of a mile
What would be than breathing, ah

Angry, cross the border
In the first rows to break through
And cover the bunker, that's it.
Before I'm proud, I need to make sure
It will be born again,
After five years, Oh ...
Well ... It may well be ...
Why not? Well, yes, for sure, yes ...

* Come on, Owl *