Текст песни Бутырка - Пули-дни

Native -street delirium and pain in the heart ,
Like childhood, toddler running after me ,
Like old movies , sadness tavern ,
It was all a long time, but for now ...

Zadurmanit my soul autumn gold ,
Mocks the memory of me gray ,
How grieved lived all murdered in a bullet - days
Scattered by the wind creeping where they are.

Glare domes burn churches that ,
Where me christened mother, and how long ,
School glory days , dashing couple
Drove the ball boys, but for now ...

Zadurmanit my soul autumn gold ,
Mocks the memory of me gray ,
How grieved lived all murdered in a bullet - days
Scattered by the wind creeping where they are.

The roofs of the old homesteads , paradise pigeons
Hey Pops , be healthy , even pour !
Dispersal accordion sadness duds fur
We have grown old , and let , but for now ...

Zadurmanit my soul autumn gold ,
Mocks the memory of me gray ,
How grieved lived all murdered in a bullet - days
Scattered by the wind creeping where they are.