Lyrics Пикник - А он шёл себе по свету, насвистывал

Left, right , see
You can not tell what's inside
That did wonders
Not himself , not his own.

And the earth shall rattles
And easy on the heart ,
Because copper shield
Because copper forehead.

if you look close
Close miles from afar
Everything seems to be wrong,
And the face and soul .

Seen , it really -
Here you were right -
Thoughts or not,
Or no head .

And he went himself to the world, whistling ,
From the bark of a mate vystrugal ,
Dark forests , rivers, fast ,
And he went himself to the world, whistling .

It is not understood , yes.
Spark touched, yes.
That such a fate ,
Wipe the sweat from his forehead.

Seen , it really -
Here you were right -
Thoughts or not,
Or no head .

And he went himself to the world, whistling ,
From the bark of a mate vystrugal ,
Dark forests , rivers, fast ,
And he went himself to the world, whistling .

And he went himself to the world, ah ...
And he went himself to the world, ah ...
And he went himself to the world, ah ...
And he went himself to the world, ah ...

Duma think , cry ,
Knock on every door ,
Knock on every door ,
Roll up your sleeves .

A wake would
Only it's not a dream.
We stand by post ,
And he, he, he ...

And he went himself to the world, ah ...
And he went himself to the world, ah ...
And he went himself to the world, ah ...
And he went himself to the world, ah ...

He kept saying to all passers ,
What went through the sky .
What went through the sky ,
Yes saw angels .

Seen , it really -
Here you were right -
Thoughts or not,
Or no head ...

And he went himself to the world, whistling ,
From the bark of a mate vystrugal ,
Dark forests , rivers, fast ,
And he, and he ...