Текст песни Сергей Бабкин - Полосы

Long wore a clenched teeth .
Silent , he sailed pootdal .
There was no time it became very loudly ,
Shouted - "Freedom ! "

White long thin fingers
The dirty hair different bands

For a long time lying on the bottom , as the water looked .
I waited predictions.
A cloud floated above it , on the ruins of love wondering
In punishment .

White long thin fingers
The dirty hair different bands .