Текст песни Александр Вестов - Наломали дров

Arriving at the jersey numbered
And aluminum mugs - not porcelain.
Life has been a marked term to me,
And the verdict - life has a fence!
Come on, bratuha, pack trebushe,
Gulls falling asleep, fill it with boiling water.
After all, we are not with you what's the hurry,
Pochifirim yes "Yavayu" Dykhne.

Mangled, my friend, we are with you firewood
Are you ready for a period of, well, I'm ready.
Otboyarim term otzvenit call
Take a souvenir Chifirok.

On raskonvoyku us I do not get,
We, my brother, is with you - RAC,
CFR - a paradise, but Judas there?
Perimeter everywhere and anywhere.
Charge slips: winter range and steppe
But, as in the area will increase again mode.
Canine convoy would break the chain,
Jerk - a dream, and we sit.