Текст песни Птицу ЕМЪ - Дорожная

I do not like too much, all at rovnyake
I perceived as a strip of dirt on the collar:
It seems to be great weather she did,
But ideally as if it would be better that it was not.
You have so many.
Parting with you, of course, celebration.
Behind the poor plebs, ahead of dense forest
And a positive outlook, so that no offense - adios.
Guys lulls the sound of wheels.
They believe me, wherever I brought them either.
Four years in kindergarten - not sickly term.
Shoveled their minds could robust design.
Two dozen children polvagona,
They are looking at me at all ready.
A little patience and we are at home.
Fuck that old fool the world, we muddied NEW!
And his time is not far off.
While you're working until you are sunbathing,
While you gave the document to be signed,
While you're doing hairstyle as extended office
Handing me a favorite of your children.
They are with me for a year, including even the summer.
And I believe the time is not lost:
Here they sit around, completely forgetting about mothers.
Children - very fragile material!
Father, mother crying, my mother.
Approximately two hours in town we missed.
Around forty native voice and lively eyes.
We will soon be lost in the woods.
Build a new world, which is hard to describe.
Our Ark runs on rails in full sail,
And do not you decide who and what to save.