Текст песни Белые тени - Город на Иртыше

With the stock in the hands of

Verse 1:
When I was young
(Although it did not become old)
In the northern city living
Where to drink, smoke, she grows
The area has many friends
And in areas girlfriends
When we drank it all
Enough glasses and mugs
We scored shoals
(Oh, this is not good)
We are boys and men
And a few more heifers
One for all and all for one
Neighborhood our big family
Problems without jambs
He vpryagёtsya for you
Only the evening in the courtyard comes
Someone blows, someone drinks
Someone will throw a stick in the stairwell
And perhaps in the mouth will take?
No, I was a little smack
But hampered and teased
Studied with Lenka kiss
And classmates-suk mutili

Chorus:
With the stock in the hands of
In the corner, on the ceiling
We fly, rest
And other worries do not know
With the stock in the hands of
In the corner, on the ceiling
We fly, rest
And other worries do not know
City to "Irtysh"
Big "Rakhmet" marijuana
Karaganda thief
And cant Belomoro
With the stock in the hands of
In the corner, on the ceiling
We fly, rest
And other worries do not know

Verse 2:
When I was young
(Although it did not become old)
He left at the age of 13 years
Native Kazakhstan
The area has many friends
But only three mourners
And in areas girlfriend
We created a lot of howling
We scored shoals
(Oh, this is not good)
And all before the end of Skurov
But there's more vodka
One for all and all for one
We are now waiting for a big country
On the map a little like
A antlers dohrena
Only the evening in the courtyard comes
We are on the bus and go
Prior to Karaganda, and there
We will take the plane
No, I was a little understood
That does not ever come back
Farewell my Pavlodar
You are in my heart forever!!!