Текст песни Роман Филиппов, Сергей Вячеславов - Казнить нельзя помиловать

Sorry, but the coquetry of youth in witchcraft
It does not sprout, everything to do with the last batch
Could carry, it has become my kin
The first counter with this random cards

It was a response, released from the ring,
Mix with Fenya language of Greece,
It has become a coin to pay for the wait
In the heating main between Moscow and hell

All that he was able - confusing marks
In the winter the white snow white paper
Handful commas ...
Handful commas ...

The eternal children ... amber stones
According to the head is not difficult to count
In this task the old king
The third answer is looking for two possible

Between the "execute" and "mercy" pulse beats
You look into the eyes of the teacher, waiting for clues
Maybe we can do it somehow
Replay finals in absurd tales

In which was you and candles for Christmas
How many of them will be two if three dozen whether
I was lucky ...
I was lucky ...