Lyrics Паперный Т.А..М... - Полярник

The polar explorer Yevgeny Petrov came to us.
He told us about himself
How half his life was eight pants
And an icicle on the bottom lip

He led the story about the polar lights
And in the hands of a cigarette crumpled
And shine it enveloped us
Petrov himself because he was shining

A helicopter flew away, a blizzard flew
The radio did not work
So many places where Petrova walked foot
And the other leg is never

He told us about great love.
Proskovya Petrovna Pro
How she sent carrots from Moscow
On which she wrote: & quot; love & quot;

Here he sits in the kitchen with a big beard
And outside the windows summer night
That golden mosquito fly under the moon
That neighbor daughter will cry

I dreamed about something, I wanted something ....
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The polar explorer Yevgeny Petrov came to us.
He told us about himself
How half his life was eight pants
And an icicle on the bottom lip