Lyrics Вис Виталис - Баллада Про Снег, Водку и Яблоко

Ballad about snow, vodka and apple

That twenty years lived blizzards
And I was in the city of Grodno
I was in the fleet of black sinels
And, like, it was cold
Cassette player, Unlimited Haiter
And self-made creating
And my appearance, as I understand
Surrounding badly silent, well
Here from the fog of lactic suspension
Comes out some kind of
Well, I think, here they knew me
And even got into the semist
But, too, Highirath, I tell me:
Here vodka, but no snacks
So you, say, look at yourself -
And drink with you in Russian
And I have been in my pockets for a long time
Greed an apple with warm palm
Got, broke, and, understandable, it
I went immediately to share
We drank out of the throat, ended the eyelids
We have noticed blizzards
In my eyes and in my ears hiped up snow
Sitter, darkly, light
And we all flew, on the music of the thread
Standing like Monista
Near the mouth of ordinary stunning truths
Frozen hill positions
Dyhanye knocks us snow dust
And life was dried away
But I get a bottle from under the snow
I believe that there is something left

Although it was snow

Vis Vitaly
(c) 2012