Текст песни Белая гвардия - Маленький

Little


A man so small , small,
Something thought to himself , smiling ,
And in a pot in his scarlet flower ,
A man pours slezonki , gets drunk .

And he would like for the sea blue ,
To escape from the bloody city ,
And the vodka in a glass covered with frost ,
And so lusty and gray in his beard .
 
So it was not anywhere , never had made good ,
Neither Coke nor the court , only the sky door.
Gray sweater on it , but in the heart of the hole ...
And he sings a song , just like I am now ...