Текст песни Санта - Вечный автостоп на русских дорогах

So it turns out you have bought
As it turns out, we have not been sold
So we turned to you waving a pen
So it turns out that you were

The melted water disappeared ego
In a little salty taste of the former snow
Someone fought for all in cash
Someone left the ladder on the road

Oh-oh, eternal hitchhiking on Russian roads

Someone went to shoot the birds,
Someone laughed shoot at the face
Someone twisted thirst ecstasy
Someone smiled and took it all at once

Someone looking for a right to give glory
And someone has shot itself in such a right
About the sky cries one who is not familiar,
And we do not need the sky because we are at home

Oh-oh, eternal hitchhiking on Russian roads

The stone dens at night heat
Pushing away Belovodye
A traveler must take with him a bag
Copper Yes iron shoe-boots

Useless with sun fought the ice
Obpoili to death plague on the feast
Yes honey wine, because Spring is coming
And again, to continue the flight of the Valkyries

Oh-oh, eternal hitchhiking on Russian roads

Picnic continues to open doors
Only a magnetic card with the name of the Beast
Thank God there are those who have not sat down for treason
And they will be able to pass through walls

Good night to slap on a black ribbon
Under the sky, that the ink is still - like a cat scientist.
Well surprise, going on vacation,
How familiar underfoot starlight

Oh-oh, eternal hitchhiking on Russian roads

So it turns out you have bought
As it turns out, we have not been sold
So we turned to you waving a pen
So it turns out that you were