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Tale of Bun by Russian rock groups
Aria
You're free, you're a stranger in the family
Whether as a warrior on his path
The path is not close, so far away goal
It should come off in most
From wolves. etc.
Black ball mchishsya forest
Luster teeth - sitting in the bushes Fox
Round angel you - could not leave
Only dust lies
On your way
Alice
Where recreated the connection between grandmother and grandfather - old cripple
Where is scattered dust and a little flour on the bottom of the barrel
Where kneading with water and leave to lie during the day
Where fire burns sides
There I go
Where the paths in the woods twisted silk thread, like snakes
Where the sunset with a red dot on the black star smolders
Where crow shouts far away in the protected territories
Where to shine for birch fangs
There I go
Where animal tracks on the barbed grass - do not count
Where half get away from the teeth - honor
Where is the queen of the red fox spark flicker openly
Where no one will save from harm
There I go
I raise my eyes and a lump in the breast is
My song - wounded ...
Kalinov Most
In the middle of the marshes, on mosses mossy
The family nest, with his grandfather, and grandmother
The free spirit lived, brought up on bread
As he left the thicket, in the thicket of sweet
Raven ragged, scoured the truth
Yes, wolves bears beating aside
Around solar Zorka highlighted
Old groves sloping edge
To the sun struggled to truth-mother
Wanted to get out of the woods
Windbreaks bёg, just so there is no trail
Did not see it in the ant fox ...
Crematorium
In the stove fire, smoke from the chimney
There bun looks dreams
Pocket Bear, pink wolf
Lilac forest, aspen stake
Running wild boar, granny with a gun
Fox boots standing in the rain
Open the door, colored rug
Dust on the table breathes old
Heat the pan, smoke from the chimney
As he goes, we dream
And all roads lead to one
For the fox, it will swallow and say
Sehr gut ...
Movie
No grandfather cigarettes
Ended tea
And the door to tell him
Farewell
There is a road I
My
On the night of leave, in autumn
Edges
Maybe back home
By the spring of
Maybe I lunch
Fox ...
Czyz
I was sitting under a birch tree and stared
the sky
I left home to seek
The Door into Summer
I ran along the highway to the strawberry field
Forest
And rustled the asphalt sometimes
G Sharp
But Cunning fox-runs really me
followed
And I'm afraid this will be my last
summer ...
© honestly do not know (
You're free, you're a stranger in the family
Whether as a warrior on his path
The path is not close, so far away goal
It should come off in most
From wolves. etc.
Black ball mchishsya forest
Luster teeth - sitting in the bushes Fox
Round angel you - could not leave
Only dust lies
On your way
Alice
Where recreated the connection between grandmother and grandfather - old cripple
Where is scattered dust and a little flour on the bottom of the barrel
Where kneading with water and leave to lie during the day
Where fire burns sides
There I go
Where the paths in the woods twisted silk thread, like snakes
Where the sunset with a red dot on the black star smolders
Where crow shouts far away in the protected territories
Where to shine for birch fangs
There I go
Where animal tracks on the barbed grass - do not count
Where half get away from the teeth - honor
Where is the queen of the red fox spark flicker openly
Where no one will save from harm
There I go
I raise my eyes and a lump in the breast is
My song - wounded ...
Kalinov Most
In the middle of the marshes, on mosses mossy
The family nest, with his grandfather, and grandmother
The free spirit lived, brought up on bread
As he left the thicket, in the thicket of sweet
Raven ragged, scoured the truth
Yes, wolves bears beating aside
Around solar Zorka highlighted
Old groves sloping edge
To the sun struggled to truth-mother
Wanted to get out of the woods
Windbreaks bёg, just so there is no trail
Did not see it in the ant fox ...
Crematorium
In the stove fire, smoke from the chimney
There bun looks dreams
Pocket Bear, pink wolf
Lilac forest, aspen stake
Running wild boar, granny with a gun
Fox boots standing in the rain
Open the door, colored rug
Dust on the table breathes old
Heat the pan, smoke from the chimney
As he goes, we dream
And all roads lead to one
For the fox, it will swallow and say
Sehr gut ...
Movie
No grandfather cigarettes
Ended tea
And the door to tell him
Farewell
There is a road I
My
On the night of leave, in autumn
Edges
Maybe back home
By the spring of
Maybe I lunch
Fox ...
Czyz
I was sitting under a birch tree and stared
the sky
I left home to seek
The Door into Summer
I ran along the highway to the strawberry field
Forest
And rustled the asphalt sometimes
G Sharp
But Cunning fox-runs really me
followed
And I'm afraid this will be my last
summer ...
© honestly do not know (
