Соло - Родные края - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

First verse:

How not to love these edges, where we walk along the edge

While the young dance with the elbows of the girl Paradise.

Here on the outskirts they will cover the clearing warmly,

In summer, fiercely cold, in the winter of fumes stuffy.

Mountain of weapons to be finer friendship.

Sincerity here is alien to people, because this is nonsense, brother.

Behind a strong mug goes to the shore of Katyushka

For a long time they do not live here how much CUKOLA CURSE

At least three gentlemen for a girlfriend Leru,

The third will become Batey in April, the second and the first will sigh.

Pounded the whole sky with plywood, the angels apparently wanted to simply save their nerves

I am an inveterate resident of the forgotten edge, proudly looping among broken roads and raving.

Having matured, the children "run" like a relay in May

My "best friend" forgot me here, why don't I know

Chorus:

Tell me how not to love my regions relatives?

Other people's shores do not attract, they do not need you there

Tore the veins, laid gold years

In multi -story dreams shrouded in smoke

Second verse:

How not to love these edges when I have not seen others?

The ethics of the pack scares, these did not pass, he issued

Exiting the window, or exhale, the exhaust of a million or you fell through a little herd of “united”, you are weak, “Duck go nah”

I can see thousands of poor, rushing the truth in garbage

AND! There are no white bears, ah! But there are Prado cruisers

hundreds of talents regularly rule us

With a whip, shovels, paws, they will put everything in the way, right?

Do the grandmas or do your legs,

Patients on the elbow in the pipe find bookmarks on the block

Gloks clamp, dachshunds Tariffs taxes

On the Logan Driving will tell us how dear our roads

(you know) Cancer starts in clean waters,

We have cancer, but there are no pure waters

It's not the weather for six months, but darkness,

Little or many, but each attic has