Текст песни Пикник - Только нет Земли и Родины

When all come to naught
Three breaths will be together
This world is not waiting for the guests
And their children are not baptized

But no land and homeland
In the blessed and holy fools

Only one sazheyu
Night sneak face paints
It merges with the darkness
That as an echo again

But no land and homeland
In the blessed and holy fools

Gold-plated hands
What is missing is the whip
This world is not waiting for the guests
And their children are not baptized

But no land and homeland
In the blessed and holy fools