Текст песни Церковь детства - Пух

I often dream of the marvelous,
Girl naive.
Caring and affectionate friend.
With her smile miloyu,
Giocondo debility,
We set fire poplar fluff.

We buried swallows
Squirrels and ticks
Deep, so as not to feel guilty.
Bonfires burned until morning.
From May infernal heat?
From these dreams?
Under the Sun of Satan.

From heaven the Lord looks,
What in the world stinks,
No regrets sending into the furnace.
Old withered mug,
Dad died from vodka.
In the last journey
Last fluff
There is no one to burn.

However, kindergarten, school, college -
Everywhere we are waiting everywhere fuck.
The duvet is sinking life.
My young friend, pooh everywhere,
So choose one of two things -
Burn it around, or lie down.

& quot; Let rest in peace sweetheart
You land a pebble & quot; -
Write dear doctor.
And I'll be there, I can not stand,
I will write on your grave -
& quot; No fluff, no pen. & quot;

From heaven the Lord looks,
What in the world is bad.
And in another way you and I do not lie.
Again burdock flowers,
Dad rose and drinks.
In the last journey
Last fluff
There is no one to burn.