В. Н. - аут - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

If you get out, then do not shout "au", they still will not understand, they will not kiss, they will not hug.

And if you do not lose the compass in the interweaving of the tracks, then even at the most silent hour you do not take your eyes off the sky.

How many roads - and all in the potholes, take a sip of the good old, have lined the path with leaves of songs - in the spring they will be picked up by a new stream.

Let every leaf be painted with the sun and blood.

You hear the wind in your head, you are not bringing you in the steppe; Be patient a little - quite a bit, until his death. You make the liver cranes - there is nothing more feeding; Who claims that time heals, let him be silent.

And in this silence, your pain will blossom the flower unprecedented. You will think about me - after all, without me, you are not enough for you and the whole world.

The sky was covered with a huge pelvis and rummies with a iron spoon, the sun rises from the third time, dirty, crumpled and galoshes. Lips tremble and frost on the skin, the day flies - and again hello: the night carries a wet rag on the face - happiness to you, happiness, happiness, happiness, happiness!