Текст песни Гарик Осипов - Про Саян

Once in Moscow kabaska sat
To us some kind of franger
And when ordered by the order ...
On Sayan, he was recruited.

Territory edges
Hills high
Where is wild trails, where the tricks are dying
Without wines, without Curva,
Living cultural
For what he took, the boss, let go.
Without wines, without Curva,
Living cultural
For what he took, the boss, let go.

Per week drank all vodka
Ended the alcohol our diet
And then pour we became in the throat
Alcohol, ether, perfume, cologne.

And here we are drunk battle with the bayans
Where is wild trails, where the tricks are dying
Without wines, without Curva,
Living cultural
For what he took, the boss, let go.
Without wines, without Curva,
Living cultural
For what he took, the boss, let go.

Ran out of the season of our work
And we have not started plan
And for the place of all reports
We folded the song about Sayan.

About the edge of the distant one with his heights
Where is wild trails, where the tricks are dying
Without wines, without Curva,
Living cultural
For what he took, the boss, let go.
Without wines, without Curva,
Living cultural
For what he took, the boss, let go.