Текст песни Жека - Байкал

We are on the lake Baikal - we go on the boat ...
In the morning, they don't seem to be drunk, but my head is spinning ...
From Mother Nature all the nostrils in oxygen ...
And the sparkling wave foams for diesel ...

And Dumas smiles, everything is of the highest order ...
In a plastic cup we splash cognac ...
Without demand they climb into the soul of beauty from the Most High ...
And the bread crumb seagulls grab on the fly ...
And the bread crumb seagulls grab on the fly ...

And on the mountains - Sayanas ... White ... White ... White ... Snow ...
And the depth of two thousand under the waves ...
And in the sky above Baikal there are no distances ...
Solid ozone hangs overhead ...
And in the sky, there is no distance at all ...
Solid ozone hangs overhead ...

And in the evening in & quot; Macau & quot; for boys we zakhnem ...
Sing, of course ... & quot; Time & quot ;, & quot; Friends & quot; and & quot; Ice & quot; ...
And this whole Irkutsk will be hot this night ...
When his boss in a circle goes to the dance ...
Irkutsk bosota circle dance will go ...

And on the mountains - Sayanas ... White ... White ... White ... Snow ...
And the depth is almost two thousand under their feet ...
And in the sky above Baikal there are no distances ...
Solid ozone hangs overhead ...
And in the sky, there is no distance at all ...
Solid ozone hangs overhead ...

And in the morning we rush to the capital by plane ...
Where the chest in the heart of the hustle bustle ...
Where away from the noisy streets and muddy weather ...
Baikal will entice to itself more than a magnet ...
Baikal will entice to itself more than a magnet ...

And on the mountains - Sayanas ... White ... White ... White ... Snow ...
And the depth is almost two thousand under their feet ...
And in the sky above Baikal there are no distances ...
Solid ozone hangs overhead ...
And in the sky, there is no distance at all ...
Solid ozone hangs overhead ...