Текст песни Серебряная Свадьба - Пакетики

Here are two bags dancing over the pavement,
The warm wind, the warm wind moves them behind him.
One bag is country, and the second attic,
They slide, they rustle and breathe ...

Chorus:
The bags are dancing, the bags are circling,
They excite me, make laugh ...
Easy and inspired,
Going down like a wheel ...
Everything is simple, everything is oblivious,
Everything is simple, everything is forgotten, everything ...

You love me for letters, for emptiness.
For onion peel in the corner, for the trail on the sand.
Hold my hand torn off
And spin, spin ...

Chorus.