Бутырка - Бандероль - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

A letter for a roots, a package for a lads

The local mail was laid from the heart.

Pass control through the scales

I will pay extra, since over ten.

Sweets, lard, that's all things,

Yes, a five -a -a -avenue in soap, as always,

So that the controller does not catch the eye

She will warm your soul to you, brother.

A parcel with a parcel, two lines with an opening - everything is covered in the zone, for the lads.

A parcel with a parcel, heated the covered - the zone is a regime, salt and crackers.

Arrow an airplane- to the edge of the earth,

To decorate life, inside the prison.

And news, how we spend the days

They are needed now.

A parcel with a parcel, two lines with an opening - everything is covered in the zone, for the lads.

A parcel with a parcel, heated the covered - the zone is a regime, salt and crackers.

A parcel with a parcel, two lines with an opening - everything is covered in the zone, for the lads.

A parcel with a parcel, heated the covered - the zone is a regime, salt and crackers. A parcel with a parcel, two lines with an opening - everything is covered in the zone, for the lads.

A parcel with a parcel, heated the covered - the zone is a regime, salt and crackers.

A parcel with a parcel, two lines with an opening - everything is covered in the zone, for the lads.

A parcel with a parcel, heated the covered - the zone is a regime, salt and crackers.