Текст песни Чёрный рынок - 07 - Они никому

It does not stop holiday
How many poems and songs,
How magical colors,
But it is too small for two.

This flight over the sea,
Without banks and land.
They were not allowed into the city,
But he, and so they do not need.

They will not reach boom
Horny drunken buffoons,
They do nothing,
Too strong their armor.

Who experienced a rose
He throws in the fire as a witch,
Who stabbed nails
In the palm of red copper.

Actors played the play,
In the hall lights went out,
And I did not get up from the chair,
I do not clear.

They did not say,
How to unravel their secrets
They were not scary
Fall from a height onto the rocks.
2 times.