Текст песни Lina IzplasteLina - Капитаны за линией фронта

The movements are rude
Cutting rapprochement
from a grand scale and to the lips
Symmetry of Arabesque

We hung in one
temporary segment
In a repita album
Tony Brekston

And some kind of crap
And some kind of crap
And some kind of crap
With this autumn outside the window

However, you know, it doesn’t matter
And without it wet
I am wet without it
Inside,- without an umbrella and with an umbrella

I do not care what someone will say
how they do not freeze - they will smash
Even if they suddenly get
In us - we will not be lost

I'll take your hand
You will take my hand
We will take hands
With you,- and we will fall asleep

Let them scream around everyone
And let the bullets fly
from head to heel
Humilia - we have nothing to do with it

You and I are far away
I pour in honey milk
You say: "How easy
When there is nobody ... above the soul "