Текст песни Про Пчёl - Пчёлки

The bees fall flying
Instead of a holiday in the water
The Nezabudkoe tram
The sky above looks

A strange wind rushes through the cracks
Among the streets of the sea
The slippery boy smiled
Hardened as an old man

Before a long time
Immediately after the first cases
They put the bee-house between
An ancient corpse and so

What is today
Proudly straightening his jacket
Dressing the house with chains
Rusted Values

The novelty of evening masks
I mean being rid of topics
Who does not sleep in the autumn morning
Who will fall asleep under the sound of rain