Текст песни Dros - Своим и нашим

And I am on Vimes, with the wind in a ride,
From point to point along its route.
Tightly tucking lungs nicotine Truk,
I meet so it's a new morning.
I pick up the muse, to distant shores,
I know that in the port often is my frigate.
There's these circles do business
Deftly fasuyu thoughts in tact, this is my gift.
Without money and the press, but the truth in the frescoes,
Where manna under taut fishing line.
I will do on-site fierce batches,
While the text of micro crack in half does not.
In the best tradition,
By streets crust as solid shell diction,
With the same people, but not everyone and not everyone,
It Dros on repite only his and ours.