Текст песни Смысловые галлюцинации - Уеду 89

Mom, I'll leave no calls, no letters
Good neighbors will feed our fish
Drunk friends remember me at the table
A long time will cry girlfriends at the entrance

The children of their father have forgotten
Do not forget the mother of the prodigal sons
The wind blew, all the money soaked for a long time
All prisons are overcrowded

The heroes died. The feast was rolled up by the mountain
Merry, fraternal, the plague all got sick
The axes were stuck in the throat, the veins were cut
Enough, Mom, I'll leave ... Enough ...