Текст песни Юрий Лорес - Хор масок

And nothing to do -
What a paradise, what a hell.
Born by wickedness
The devil himself is not a brother.
To Paris il to Kineshma
You are attracted
Wherever you throw -
All one hell!
That in Rome, then in Mecca, then
In the supermarket.
And if there is no place -
To hell with it!
Direct clearing:
Fili - Chita.
Destiny abandoned -
And not a damn thing!
Somewhere to old age
Barely
We are up to a hundred years old to grow?
No, damn two!
Chop for firewood
High syllable.
And man is grass,
Thistle.
But our world, by golly,
First grade!
Ever have a leg in it
Break the devil.
Waiter, hey, again
All repeat!
This whole earthly paradise
Damn it!