Текст песни Дороги Меняют Цвет - Аннушка

So, what was not - be called a fairy tale
With a very simple plot, but not a simple isolated
That's what will not - can not be publicized,
Anya kill me, Anya shed oil

That's what was not - will someday,
In a small town who will not be able to sleep.
Will the street, the doctor will have to wait - in vain,
A small Annushka, enough for all oil

Maybe someday, what a long time ago
Beat zapazuhoy - will break window
And that was not will acquire colors,
But Anna as always, silly, oil shed ...

That's what ... That is not what is not ...
Will someday ...