Текст песни Сатана Печёт Блины - До тридцати полумёртвым дополз

Crimean poet little mistake
Love is the soup spoon is a life
Ringing loudly about the contour plates
By breaking it into small pieces

What fly biting into the body
My mother gave birth to me why you
I live in this world of hurt to tears
Up to thirty crawled half dead

I do not know where I go further
I am erring wanderer, I lost along the way
And there is no light in front and back
And there is nothing left, so that I could be glad

And I do not leave my soul longing
I have spent my life on a heavy load dragged himself
I'm a dirty lump, cobbled together from old grievances
From fragments of fate and my fire burns

Everything weaker every night and every day
And the remnants of dreams burn down in it
Yes, I do not understand why my dreams
I just quietly die, disappear, and you

You sit and look at it and chew popcorn
And you say that he could not help but this blatant lie
I know all about you, you're the same as all
Go away, I'm in the morning dew solution in

And then this place will destroy nature
Here no one will come here will not be included
I zasypet wind stone bed lumps
I did not know as cocoa fish ...
Cocoa fish ...
Cocoa fish ...