Текст песни ST - Рябина

What are you standing shaking, you're from the mainstream
Not at all embarrassed, behind the layers of makeup,
Grapes of mountain ash, falls under the feet,
We are fools around the world, roads ...

It's time to write a song,
So that you and your friends, when you get together,
At the agreed place, drink and eat there,
Asked her to put it - at least ten times.
What will this song be about?
The burning, that people understood,
Not without substance and funny,
On the radio let them twist, but do not call pop.
The handle is already ready, the golden chain on the oak, the oak tree on the seashore,
On luck I write a song in a horseshoe,
Although, perhaps, still write a story?
Something so sad,
I strained every muscle, oh, I feel,
It is important to see the whole picture!
And they will ask what the song is about: "It's about rowan!"

What are you standing shaking, you're from the mainstream
Not at all embarrassed, behind the layers of makeup,
Grapes of mountain ash, falls under the feet,
We are fools around the world, roads ...

Visiting cities and countries,
Drunk alcoholics and drug addicts,
By the way, I'm quite good at singing in the bathroom,
But it was not humane to give you this listen.
It would be so not beautiful, people are tired,
People need an alternative,
Not a snotty song, more positive,
Call the album "Under the beer" or "Under the beer".
Music is not for sale,
Everyone will buy it for themselves, and flood it with a gadget,
Songs of one who once decided in the morning,
Just writing songs for the soul,
"Selfishness," you say?
Well, in a way, you will be right,
Above the grass, mushrooms, mushrooms under the aspen,
People need the songs and here's to you "Rowan."

What are you standing shaking, you're from the mainstream
Not at all embarrassed, behind the layers of makeup,
Grapes of mountain ash, falls under the feet,
We are fools around the world, roads