Текст песни Стоп Кран - Витька

Played the orchestra, the fun rolled a wave
Tired watchman like smoke covered with gray hair
Sitting on the bench stinging his head on his fist
No one knows why fire plays in the eyes

And he was a guy who drove to football for days
I swallowed the iris and, as always, will score a goal
The guys darkened to the small one
And how darkens the mother Vitka shouted home

He went to school began to study Vitka Malaya
The end of football in science is all head
Guys from the courtyard Vitek go to us for a walk
No guys told my mother to study

Not life, but his mother gave him boredom
Numbers and letters still learn to dance
Guys from the courtyard Vitek go to us for a walk
Yes, yes guys I'm running, start

Dirty hands sweated at once my head
T -shirt pants are the power of the game
And there is no boredom here only m’yach and grass
They clapped their hands and the mouths shouted cheers

Played the orchestra, the fun rolled a wave
And the boy Vitka has long been covered with gray hair
Sitting on the bench stinging his head on his fist
At least walks with a stick, there was a Vitka gray -haired