Автор музыки и текста - Игорь Растеряев. Автор ролика - Лёха Ляхов.(эл. почта Игоря Растеряева, в которую может вступить каждый the song named Сamomiles: All day long some airplanes Are flying across the sky. Probably they are carrying somebody On vacation to Pattaya. And I'm walking on the open field, Sep by step through weeds To my dead-from-alcohol friends - Vasek and Roman. Some of my friends was buried On one of those rural cemeteries, Where the calid breeze on the oval photo Is singing a song about the fake vodka. This way of their wish The guys chosen by themselves. However, really, oh... God, Someone had brought them to do it by deception. To have neither job nor home, To have phials and vodka glasses, To have only cornflowers and camomiles Instead of Vasia and Roma. Some of my friends was buried On one of those rural cemeteries, Where the calid breeze is capering in amazement Remembering the blue crosses by names. But all the words are useless And nothing can be improved. I only have to place A bunch of camomiles into the tin. Let it just stand here. Let it be the most beautiful On the rural graveyard Of the land named Russia.

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