Текст песни Stropharia i Cubensis - Бил её как в боксе левой левой правой

To fly over the horizon
We only need wings to flap
Her whole life is a beautiful dream
Only to fall asleep again

Pope engineer mother worked in pradlёnke
Daughter affectionately called Alyonka
My grandmother read her fairy tales hands tremble
Communal apartment house in 4 floors
Drunken neighbors first steps Mount
Empty bottles in the kitchen floor the night of laughter and controversy
Kindergarten Christmas party snowflake
Dad claps girl image
Bows dresses during which the rolls
Back backs cuttlefish
Grandma did not become boring and without it
Dad came drunk did not come to lutshe
The first class of prescription middle row second installment
Asterisk face boy sandals white apron
Math Five of beautiful handwriting
Exemption from sport congenital kidney disease
Classics on the pavement
Inscription I love you on school desk
The girl must stay proudly as befits a lady
Mom's lipstick and shoes with heels
And where we are, we just spectators
Many are accustomed to blame the parents around
They left the country in the dreams of a bright future
They would not mind it so we Loving
The rows of barbed wire migrants town
5 foreigners in the whole school in a class alone Germans
on the break bunch to its close
once the storm clouds and rain on the roof byot
summer vacation back to his hometown
She wanted to stay there forever would be a reason
it is waiting for a cold mentality of a foreign country
and homeland left behind somewhere

To fly over the horizon
We only need wings to flap
Her whole life is a beautiful dream
Only to fall asleep again

adult boys became Phone Calls
cheap pop yells at the whole tape
and on the balcony of her, too, sang serenades
Cigarette discos restaurants promenades
rumors have spread like flies know our
always there were more jealous and terrible
work on acquaintance moved to the capital
I wanted to start a family to decide
Her first husband from Turkey spoiled her flowers
He prayed three times a day, a devout Muslim
I beat her in the left box left, right
When his friends called Russian slut
She hid the bruises from his parents
And she gave birth to a child from his tormentor
Fucking bitching story
There I heard just a couple of not more than
The curtain fell stormy avatsii
Her husband was shot dead in the center of the people of that nation
We talked a matter of honor, I do not understand
Why did he beat her and not someone else's wife
Allah Akbar blossomed as a child growing up forget-me-
It is a pity that it later be called a bastard
At least for a moment, stop this train
He then rolls on the rails keep the story
Paul eternity later she married again
The owner of a former family man discos where already there
I do not beat her but drank as they say the risk profession
In its board of Orthodox confessions
Near the 2 sons one sat on drugs
Bruises under his eyes, and abdominal cramps
2 assistant his faithful right-hand man
respected her parents loved the old man
it started strangely Jr.
He slashed his wrists in the bathtub opening all the taps
burying itself husband had physically unable
crematorium emits smog
things went downhill loan debt ulcer
doctors diet and medication all in vain
a new diagnosis of stomach cancer
smeyalalsya husband and screamed that this bad joke

To fly over the horizon
We only need wings to flap
Her whole life is a beautiful dream
Only to fall asleep again
her life is a beautiful dream
Only to fall asleep again