Текст песни Александр Новиков - За морем синим

Tobacco burn so sweet
And the wine ferments in your head,
On stage dancing mulatto
And the evening neobyknoven.
Bawl brainless gulls,
Seize mane wave.

Meet, meet -
I am a Russian thug singer!
I pulled out of the blue sea
And a hat made of palm crowns
Slash and sad for Russia,
And I do not have crows.
That the snow on the churchyards swallow,
What Lacan water from puddles.
And also, there's one missing,
What the sea husband released.
The air in the Cycads falsehood
And closely already on the table.
I am with every glass of further
By flying native land.
Dream, as I will sit in jail
And run away from it.
I am Russian. I am Russian ...
So, I can not live here.
Oh, how it is warm,
yes lacks shivering.
Oh, how dark here
in the light of lanterns.
Ah, so here wine -
Papuans yeast.
Oh, how I drunk and
and Homeland Intoxicated.