Lyrics Александр Розенбаум - Переломаны буреломами

Broken
With burelomas.
Brimstone Edge
Under protection.
Kosterok weakened.
Do not save it.
In the pit of a wolf howl.
Who fell - lies.
The forest folded the song
We are talking about logging.

Morning is blue.
Logs are slimy.
In the ice water
Not before the swan,
Raw tobacco.
And the fuse smokes,
With paresis of pairs
In the sky stretches.
Who will remain,
He will not go into the system.
He will not go into the system.

Cold bayonets
Yes, the bucket ladle,
Crane scream
Yes, the cart creaks -
On the glass nail.
A rye rusk,
Into the smoke hamster
Has led on a fur-tree
In a soft bed,
Take your own ...

Lie to the Past -
In the bush with hazel,
Lie to the old -
In the mushroom crushed,
In the boletus,
I will recall the former -
A leaf stuck together.
I'll remember the old -
The morning is hot,
The sky is blue.

Broken
With burelomas.
Brimstone Edge
Under protection.
Kosterok disappeared.
Walking the cheek,
The clutch of the skidder,
Navals, brother.
We split about that,
How to get here.

The river flowed,
Yes in an empty glass,
Dissatisfied ...
Not to our will -
To the barracks would be ...
As the deacon of truth -
Boots to tighten
And in the dry get,
And there will be a forest
Same...
Same...
Same...
Same...
Same...