Lyrics Круг Михаил - Морозовский городок

Am Dm.
I would have little in life that I understood
E am.
And without Ponta would not sang with sadness
Am Dm.
Who has a soul in wine sink
G C.
Who has so much empty
A7 Dm.
I would be my homeland, Volga
G C.
Did not like so deeply, passionately
Am Dm.
I would not confuse me
E am.
This flag from the blood is red

Proletarian childhood yards
Hostels have long been steel
There, by the standards of the current, closely
But we lived there, everyone knew

The thought of the past is treading the soul
I'm in the window where I lived, I look with sadness
Someone dried their bras
Yes from the window carries a man

Know bugs got a bunch
And with us so not one short
Yes I do not remember this case
So that who drove yes did not apply

And put on a slot of fat
Let's drink a mug, Ash in a fist shak
Good, but it is a pity that little
And on the chaucking the trick

There was a time for the guys drunk
And the cafe "Express" gave heat
Me, another Yunca, Vitek Bazanov
Padaril then his guitar

I remember it came into the entrance of the dark
In her slap, looking at the feet
I remember him so seize
Gave God, so survived many

There was time yes it went, crushed
Someone opened, yes, things with fool
But it is necessary in life so little:
House, Plant and Son with Mom

On Soviet, yes in the bathhouse, with steam
Yes, it's hard with the pelvis - there crawled closely
And then, in the circle of the old friends
I would continue my song