Lyrics Дездемон Сидоров - КАЖДОМУ СВОЁ.

There will be nights to you, with a nuclear bomb,
There will be a king, with the starring ruffle
Cellars will sing about freedom,
Challenges challenges for shakali cats,

Each, everyone will become his
By faith, in the case, on the dirty soles
Motherland River, for pieces of the rororone,
To the vague will be from dusty past

Dance under banners, poems in the chest breathe
There will be a holiday to us, yes as a stuff,
Poets lead from the throat we write to us
And we are each other, our fangs exactly,

Strings of days, on glass, yes on tiptoe,
Do you know? I myself tried it all
Happiness is not in envelopes, notes,
But from the brishes bent, which lives in our heads

Everyone, everyone, of course its
Hands hold out, blind from the sun
Each one thing is your business!
In the sky jump, from the womb,

Each, everyone will be light!
Open window, smile, Song
Closed door, wearing a coat,
He accepted the decision, going down on the ladder.

Each, everyone will become his!
Each, everyone, will be yours!
Each, everyone, his business!
Each, everyone, of course his own!