Текст песни Несчастный Случай - Оставьте меня

They learned how to play rock 'n' roll,
But they play a parade-alle.
And if you no longer put on the count,
That and so are all sitting on the needle.
They played enough with the word & quot; death & quot;
And took the word & quot; love & quot ;.
But if there is no demand for oil,
That goes for export our blood ...

leave me
With your civil war.
If you need me,
So I do not want to be me.
Leave me,
Who told you that I have yours?
Yes, I have a whim
I choose a major outfit,
Playing a funeral march,
Playing a funeral march,
Playing a funeral march.

They guessed admit guilt
Do not know what to do with it.
After all, how much it would neither put to cancer,
Bezrybe will not be satisfying.
They divided the fathers and children
On the Jews and tra-ta-Tatars.
But where one does not save Matthew,
No one save & quot; Capital & quot ;.

Leave me!
I am not very well,
If you need love,
So I hate to love.
Leave us,
Who asked you for us?
I say & quot; Atas! & Quot ;,
We shaved gray temples,
Playing chamber jazz,
Playing chamber jazz,
Playing chamber jazz.
Playing is who I was.
Playing what I became.
Playing with whom I will.