Текст песни Последние Танки В Париже - Буря в стакане травы

Two or three glasses of grass -
and we would blow up all the puddles ...
Nobody needs us here
and we don't need anyone here.

Everyone likes it here! -
they will answer for it!
Streets on fire
do not shine

You go out into the yard and hide in your eyes
cold and wind.
Now it's all the same - to whom to tell
and with whom he will not notice you.

Everyone likes it here! -
will answer for it
the streets are on fire ...
Don't shine!

Streets on fire ...
Don't shine ...

No, they shine