Lyrics Михаил Шуфутинский - Переломаны буреломами

The edge is brown under protection.
Kosterok weakened.
Do not save it In a pit of wolf howl.
Who fell - lies. I put snow on the song
We are talking about rafting.
Morning is blue. Logs are slimy.
In the ice water is not up to the swan,
Tabachok crude,
And the fuse smokes, with the paresis of the pairs
In the sky stretches. Who will remain,
He will not go into the system,
he will not come into operation.

Cold bayonets and buckets,
Crane scream and cart scraping -
On the glass nail.
A rye rusk, a break in the smoke.
It led to a spruce, a soft bed,
There he will take his own ...

Lie to the past - in a bush with a cloudberry,
Lie to the old - the mushroom crushed,
In the boil.
I'll remember the former - the leaf stuck together.
I'll remember the old - the morning is hot,
The sky is blue, the sky is blue.

Buried by windbreaks.
The edge is brown under protection.
Kosterok disappeared,
The jerk of the cheek, the clatter of the skidder.
Navals, brother.
We split about that,
How to get here.

6. The river has flowed, yes in an empty glass
Dissatisfied ... Do not let us down -
To the barracks would be ...
As a clerk of the truth - to pull off the boots
And in the dry to climb, and dream a forest
Same...
Same...
Same...
Same...
Same...