Why do you bring dirt into my house on your soles?
I mean messages, gosspips - not the street dust
Why on your coat's lapel, trousers legs and in all seams
You bring fear, somebody else's mourning instead of roses?
Who bow in frot of the Moscow, who is manipuled* by the USA
Who has staff, who has crown - I don't mind
I don't want to listen those stories
Let's go to forest, to mountains
With you, I can go everywhere
I feel you like Siamese twins** and I stick to you, feel and stick, feel and stick
Why do you bring dirt into my house on your soles?
Why are you keeping a bunch of malkontecji*** istead of bunch of roses
I don't want to listen those stories
Let's go to forest, to mountains
With you, I can go everywhere
I feel you like Siamese twins** and I stick to you, feel and stick, feel and stick
I don't want to listen those stories
Let's go to forest, to mountains
With you, I can go everywhere
I feel you like Siamese twins** and I stick to you, feel and stick, feel and stick