Lyrics ДДТ лучьшая попса - Просвистела
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Просвистела и упала на столе
Чуть поела, да скатилась по золе
Убитых песен, там мне нечего терять
Мир так тесен. Дай-ка, брат, тебя обнять
Всюду черти. Надави, брат, на педаль
Час до смерти, да сгоревшего не жаль
А в чистом поле ангелочки-васильки
А мы на воле, и нет ни гари, ни тоски
А на небе встретят Сашка да Илья
Хватит хлеба, да 100 грамм - без них нельзя
Что нам плакать, здесь не срам, чего страдать
Рай - не слякоть, вьюга наша благодать
Все расскажем про восход и про закат
Горы сажи, да про горький мармелад
Что доели, когда закончили войну
Да как сели мы на Родине в плену
Просвистела и упала на столе
Чуть поела, да скатилась по золе
Убитых песен, там мне нечего терять
Мир так тесен. Дай-ка, брат, тебя обнять
I whistled and fell on the table
A little ate, but rolled down the ashes
Killed songs, there I have nothing to lose
The world is so small. Let me hug you, brother.
Everywhere devils. Nadavi, brother, on the pedal
Hour to death, but it's not a shame
And in the open field angels-cornflowers
And we are free, and there is no burning, no melancholy
And in the sky will meet Sashka da Ilya
Enough bread, but 100 grams - without them you can not
What we cry, there is no shame, what to suffer
Paradise - not slush, blizzard is our grace
Let's talk about sunrise and sunset
Mounts of soot, yes about the bitter marmalade
What did we eat when we ended the war
Yes, we sat at home in captivity
I whistled and fell on the table
A little ate, but rolled down the ashes
Killed songs, there I have nothing to lose
The world is so small. Let me hug you, brother.
A little ate, but rolled down the ashes
Killed songs, there I have nothing to lose
The world is so small. Let me hug you, brother.
Everywhere devils. Nadavi, brother, on the pedal
Hour to death, but it's not a shame
And in the open field angels-cornflowers
And we are free, and there is no burning, no melancholy
And in the sky will meet Sashka da Ilya
Enough bread, but 100 grams - without them you can not
What we cry, there is no shame, what to suffer
Paradise - not slush, blizzard is our grace
Let's talk about sunrise and sunset
Mounts of soot, yes about the bitter marmalade
What did we eat when we ended the war
Yes, we sat at home in captivity
I whistled and fell on the table
A little ate, but rolled down the ashes
Killed songs, there I have nothing to lose
The world is so small. Let me hug you, brother.