Текст песни Елена Ваенга - альбом ДЮНЫ 2007 г. - Короли

And those girls, brunettes, blondes,
Tattoos on equal backs,
Drew the braids of the bandanka,
And the bars fell.
One brass knuckles in the hands,
And by serif on the pistols
And on the speedometer two hundred and fifteen,
And already over twenty years
Oooh, kings !!!

And we threw coins into our pockets,
And we were afraid of the cold light.
And we loved quarts in the tunes
And we were looking for a fairway.
The basses broke the membranes long ago
The twentieth century - well, we are the Amazons ...
oooh, kings !!!

And we just need a little bit -
We write short letters to God.
We die not late, not early
But our old wounds heal.
And we stand near the source
But again, we are somehow lonely ...
Oooh.

And our life is like a twelfth round.
We put the ultra under the underground.
We don’t interfere with whiskey
But the disks stutter in the player.
We speak with compressed lips
And time doesn’t steal from us,
Oooh, kings !!!!