Lyrics Лесоповал - Сентиментальный вальс

What kind of music lived in it, it's necessary. I played like a whole concert team. In his hands, the guitar did not emerge, She was like a naked little girl trembling. Sheepdogs bark so much that the hedgehog barks LEAVES VOHR and the guard itself I'm not angry at either people or dogs. But at five, the boss, it's early. And we all thought the ballad was from fun. Where in Urka is this Frauer School. And we were bald from the guitar and zvereli, And suddenly we scraped together or fraera warmed. And for himself he was not at all a phrase book. Well, steal, well, from a youngster, a homeless child. Well, these scars from the knife and from the revolver, And learned the guitar from the gypsy. Well, the gypsies from there and lived something evenly. But he was already chuckling on notes. Ah, these horses are gypsy riches. And the first move he went for horse stealing. And there everything went from the mountain, as they say. And he became a crook in the law, the lyre of the druts. He was noticed and on tattoos Were dragged on forty business trips. There is a stage, a pawn, an uneven system. And the sydor with him dragged under escort. And at my, then, with a repertoire, In the hands of a cheholchik, and in a cheholchik guitar. He walked along the stones in different zones. Warming up the evil world with that guitar ring. His bosses invited him to the May Day, And he said: I'm not playing for the cops. And the chief himself flashed on the urkagan, And for the revolver, and the holster is without revolver. And we played and stood listening to the sharaga. Sentimental this waltz, for nebroblaga. What kind of music was there in him ...