Текст песни Владимир Навроцкий - Вилы

That's what beats in the head, moderate, however, force
something like a spoon in the car on the edge of the glass:
- Well, which may have once been stored silage,
but there was never lost his revolver

and other interesting pieces, for example, slaughtered
pitchfork village fool;

- Red plastic chair with the words & quot; Coca-Cola & quot;
from the beer tent, one hundred and forty;

- Vase, which never had a rose, never
even cloves (thrown out of uselessness, without tears, without break);

All that wants to be told, but not worth the story.
All that existed, but did not participate in the events.

All that asks to be remembered, but it does not deserve.

It is now my business.
I realized what I needed.