Розенбаум А. - Чемоданчик - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

He sounded, April, grass and not to Freet, but in reality, with a sore soul, and with an easy gait, I leave our item. Native, I am leaving itu. Hello, you are in the spring and pre-vocalization of Pa-tsa! I am leaving, by sleepers to the open spaces, my endless and native country! :)))))