Текст песни Сева ШУТ со товарищи - ПРО ПОСТЕЛИ ЮНЫХ КОРОЛЕВ

Remember? It was just everything in oblivion without rozdyha
we put youth chorus ...
Sparing no voices sing about our youth,
about a bed of young queens!
As from the frying pan into the fire we threw youth
and everyone was like a wild lion;
and circling crows, but we kept youth
beds for the young king!
Fathers seem wasps, all the tormented questions
and threatened to fire us jaws of hell ...
Yes, we were naked, but we were young
bed and young queens!
On our friendship orgies we burned gunpowder
and sometimes burned without Dopiewo ...
And if it was cold, we warmed youth
on beds of young queens!
And now that all the past - it sold that - slept ...
Youth swept like a bluff.
But the youth - it is gold, so remember our youth
and love, and the young king!