Текст песни Алексей Гализдра - Все пропало

It all started with this last summer
When I listened to my mother Board
In the village to his grandfather went to breathe ozone
So I 'm going down the avenue of collective farm
Where the smell of hay, oats and manure
Thank you , Mom, so have a good rest here

There, he met a girl Faith
Though in appearance it was not Venus
But I decided that I miss more fun together
Oh, a lot of fun we had missed
And in his mind was not at my aunt Daria
That soon I 'll call her mother-in

I myself is not happy that he married a fool
Here also was the donkey , and thought fuck all
And there came out as sort of legal marriage
And I know , believe me, all is lost now

In the garden, digging potatoes
I remembered my mother, wiping away a tear
And Verka shout : & quot; The cow whip up the yard , Judas ! & Quot;
And I would have a bath and a cup of coffee
And tomorrow will be at the birthday party Sofas
And tramps gather buzzing until the morning

Farewell parties, punks City
Oh how guys without you I miss
Here there is no beer or even tram
Write a letter for the threshing-floor in the barn
You pass my dear Paradise :
& quot; He died a heroic death in the battle for the harvest & quot;