Alexander Rosenbaum - Queen (Александр Розенбаум - Королева)

poorly translated lyrics The prapor on the right whistled, the bullet on the left, The third day makes us brain thunder And I am writing to you, my queen, Cornflower, like the sky, eyes I will scatter your scythes, Kohl home to come back deadline I fell for “shuk“ yesterday without asking, To buy you a headscarf In the Volga the mirror admires Myshkin, Nice Russian, small town Mishka invited me to go fishing Yes, I will not go, blown up friend At the mention of bread and a little warmth, Beats chills, do not sleep on the nerves And I am writing to you, my queen, Yes, because I can not write Chorus: Artist Urgant sings: “Landing battalion, hold on!“ From Bagram to Orenburg - Fly ten hours and all of life! From Bagram to Orenburg - Fly ten hours and all of life! Soon the damned sun will splash And will spread a platoon with a deck of cards The queen is, therefore, in life, But not always in life, then on the fart Scouring the road through the gorge And it’s time to finish the “spirits“ Grab them by the beard of God Do not have to, God shaved in the morning Chorus. The day is two hundred and thirty-four, I do not want any fluff or covet I will of course send you to hell To “zinc“ you did not wait Comfortably into the stones hammered knee, Farsi cursed quietly Asgat Well, I went, all you queen Cornflower, like the sky, eyes Comfortably into the stones hammered knee, Farsi cursed quietly Azgat Well, it's time for me all of you, Queen, Cornflower, like the sky, eyes