Текст песни Гена Гром - Йота

And I said to her with all his holy Downloads
Taganka, an icon uprus forehead and silently
For thanks, and great live
From the heart of the family and a healthy daughter

Five hours queue, severe frost
Stop and think, chew all their manure
And so many thoughts while standing, pereberёsh
And uprёshsya forehead - he will understand everything

These things with anguish beat the bells
This is where you like, but do not like you
Where to begin to love her mother after her funeral
Ready to go home, but your house is empty

And I do not believe all of you, otherwise it is impossible in this world
I remember how many times you have planted a knife in my back
And I, living, dying and living, being dead
The most living among the dead