Текст песни Гастелло - к музе

The bottom line, smoke without fire
A motor ship without a berth, I'm without you
You're without me, we're family
Why are you bored? I need to understand
We with you have rocked, we will stop to be silent,
We will scream, run, growl
And spit what will see our savagery people
You know me not to offend,
I'm an idiot, crazy or pret, a
Let's play in the verbosity, my muse
For someone fame, I'm anchored
House and family, bays of the sea
You also treat me
You are also waiting for me
You will maim me, kill me
In a soft knife and you will lift
This is more than necessary
The main thing you're here, not me
Here is such a funny song
Here such here my proma

That to me these rum, on me as on a mongrel hematomas heal
That to me these rumens, for me roads - aerodromes
That to me these rum, on me as on a mongrel hematomas heal
That to me these rumens, for me roads - aerodromes

The rain dripped, and he grew up
He has not seen spring yet
He has a lot of things to do
But you let him help him
So as not to roll on an incline down
To the meter clinging-up
Hands tight, yes for the cornice
Down

That to me these rum, on me as on a mongrel hematomas heal
That to me these rumens, for me roads - aerodromes
That to me these rum, on me as on a mongrel hematomas heal
That to me these rumens, for me roads - aerodromes

That to me these rum, on me as on a mongrel hematomas heal
That to me these rumens, for me roads - aerodromes
That to me these rum, on me as on a mongrel hematomas heal
That to me these rumens are dear to me, for me the roads