Текст песни pelimsky - july

I'm here. Left in the well of the studios.
Love as a rule without prilody,
Plan everything, or come what may,
all the same beats in the chest maybe.

Honestly, thousands of these judges,
December teaches people not to believe
The salt is measured by the first pood
Tolerant breeds demand.

I pierce the asphalt with a march
Tobacco is dirty in the face of a camel
The fire burns, but it burns only
when everything goes downhill.

My White Marshal, my Bermuda,
we do not care where,
Green Cape and his escudo
Do not stand your hair.

I again froze in an attempt to escape
you are like Dandy on the skin of childhood
draw a goal that is more expensive means
for several hundred cigarettes.

Let me remind you, Marshal, my freedom
put on a suit
only two meters of a coffin are capable
and an even number of roses.

Only you know, the simplest choice
in a format from the genus to & quot; or-either & quot;
free as if in a vessel fish,
Yes, only not in question-

The issue is the transparency of the watery surface.
let's leave everything, for God's sake
allow for a year or even a day
bury your nose in your body.