Текст песни Для лысого - Ромашки

All day the sky fly
Some planes .
They're on vacation in Pattaya
Perhaps bringing in someone.

And I walk in the open field
Go - delirious by Burian
It died from alcohol
Vaska friends and novels.

Neither is my friend
On one of the village cemetery ,
Where the warm breeze on an oval a photo
Sings a song about counterfeit vodka .

Imagine this way
The guys have chosen themselves ,
Yet someone , by God ,
They pushed and tripped .

What would no job, no home,
What would ryumashki bubbles yes ,
What would instead Vasey and Roma
Yes only cornflowers daisies.

I is not one comrade
On one of the village cemetery ,
Where the warm breeze jumps in surprise ,
Blue crosses remembering names .

But all the words are useless
And do not fix it.
The bank will have to iron
bouquet of daisies deliver.

Let yourself just standing ,
Let it be the most beautiful
In the village churchyard
Countries with the name of Russia .