Гриша Заречный - Долюшка - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

They blow the cabin of winds and rest does not know the heart to know the whole life in the light of a gypsy, in childhood oh, was the Aunt that predicted this fate and I look at life through the brushes and winding up kilometers oh oh, you are a track of my distant fate around only the steppe The endless fraction, the fraction of the long-range and buzz on the concrete of the slope of the midge in my glass, can I rest once, but so far it all fails only I have learned the life of the problem, the problem promises me generously and I look at it through the brushes and winding up kilometers of the chorus, there would be no chopping To hell with a dog, a disgusting stall of a year and diesel fuel and diesel fuel on the scenario of that gypsy and are erased in the dust of the pads and luck passes in a meter and I look at it through the brushes and wound kilometers