Текст песни Михаил Никулин - Ласковая сладость Петровича

Ashen burnt kerosene stove,
Breakable thread Gone straight to heaven,
Ghastly sight from the old degrees,
The body of one, covered with scabs secrets.

Affectionate sweetness Petrovich
It may come to you only to the war.
Affectionate sweetness Petrovich
All pogrebёt under heavy darkness.

You can run, you can hide in a quiet,
You can lie, we may discover unseen,
You can fly on the cartridges to spend,
Only for those to fear obgadit.

In nuclear tale polar desert,
This Sodom meaningless river
In light of falling once Wormwood
It survives only a dashing man, after all ...

Affectionate sweetness Petrovich
Chtёt only steel, only rage smoke.
Affectionate sweetness Petrovich
Roar canister keeps the Third Rome.

Affectionate rage Petrovich
Everything swallow, turn into black ice.
Affectionate rage Petrovich
Spitting blood sings in broad needles.

In nuclear tale polar desert,
In this empire spray and intrigue,
In light of falling once Wormwood
All sterezhёt us worker-forester, whose ...

Affectionate sweetness Petrovich
It may come to you only to the war.
Affectionate sweetness Petrovich
All pogrebёt under heavy darkness.

Affectionate sweetness Petrovich
Chtёt only steel, only rage smoke.
Affectionate sweetness Petrovich
Roar canister keeps the Third Rome.

Affectionate rage Petrovich
Everything swallow, turn into black ice.
Affectionate rage Petrovich
Spitting blood sings in broad needles.