Текст песни Бутырка - Вторяки не чай

And here of wrappers
Carpets
And miscalculation
Steward build.
With hot tea
Sweetmeats
The Fellowship of the mentally
We will adjust.
Go around the circle
Glasses
And the blood starts
Pounding in his head.
The soul asks
Nicotine
And oxygen
Here excess.

A vtoryaki - no tea,
Tramp do not be sad,
Road will have,
This means that we have.
A vtoryaki - no tea,
You "Prima" treats.
Three years is not a term,
A life lesson.

Come autumn
On corn,
That pent here
And presses.
Will not be our camp
Blank,
And who pounded -
By the present parole.
Siberian rains
Go,
The road again
We were blur.
New stages
Come,
And the area in the News
Drown.

A vtoryaki - no tea,
Tramp do not be sad,
Road will have,
This means that we have.
A vtoryaki - no tea,
You "Prima" treats.
Three years is not a term,
A life lesson.

A vtoryaki - no tea,
Tramp do not be sad,
Road will have,
This means that we have.
A vtoryaki - no tea,
You "Prima" treats.
Three years is not a term,
A life lesson.