Текст песни Илюша Белый - Французский

To me, in small steps
Crossing Moscow, ahead of all the trams
Past night packs of beer and barking
To his flock, so they know
Crossword, on the contrary, without a word, and knowledge
Crossword of the clouds and old buildings
Rain on the rules without cinematic screens
By the end of the show the characters usually die
Cut and paste, just swap
Pour up to the edge, and not to drink - against the general rules
on low heat, but in the end is the hottest
It burns a new world, as well as the old
as well as the old God - the old Escort
body and blood, war, stupid goal
Maria would be better to have an abortion immediately
or quietly soaked in the cradle

table "we need food," keeping children's fingers
parents that night under very trying shafe
verses only need to rip and burn
but in this world, the first die liver