Текст песни Бумбокс - Горит полуостров Крым

The wind will carry past
Drunk sparrows with Crimea
Air to breathe a little
And go and wait tired tired

Steal your stolen night
Will take you away, taken away in Sochi
The wise will hide the moon
Dad, Mom let not cry, do not cry

Yellow leaves from the roof
Girls around a thousand
Well, I do not have to have things
If only looking at me, you looked

It's like talking to the moon
All show that you - it's you
To proceed with saliva, to quarrel with the wave
Strangers to the same age
Giving advice to ban the dawn
Do not ask a question, get an answer, and vice versa
What happens, in any gate
And not for any goal, in any gate
And not for any goal, here, Crimea
Above the sea spreading smoke, smoke
Lights Crimean peninsula
Dry burns Cape
And gulls, cormorants shout: "Bravo, encore"
Top and bottom heat, top and bottom heat
In the middle of the fire
Let smoldering until the darkness
Warm up to winter