Текст песни Тёплая Трасса - Я играю на гармошке

A small antichrist was crying on the floor
Hands turned into a dead loop
Balls and songs, dances and cakes
Though be smart, though crack, just do not die,
do not die

I play the accordion
In the lap of the snow
On the edge of his path
To his misfortune

Killed brothers - a black medal
Vomited curse of the candidate for paradise
Hey, rejoice, nature, Lord - save,
Though to the lid of the coffin, only inform,
donesshi

I play the accordion
In the lap of the snow
On the edge of his path
To his misfortune

How is rowan in a field by the stream
Eternal ray, dead candle
If only I did not take my eyes long
And where would not it go, only to the end,
to end

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