Банька по-белому

Protopit you give me a bathhouse in white - I weaned from white light.
Eel me and me mad, hot steam will untie language.

Protopit you give me a bathhouse, hostess, Haskalah myself, incensed,
On the shelves near the chunk, I doubt a cut off.
Razomleyu I embarrassingly bucket cold - all behind.
And the cult of personality tattooed zasineet on the left chest.

Chorus:
To heat, to heat, to heat you give me a bathhouse in white - I weaned from white light.
Eel me and me mad, cold bucket unleash language.

How much faith and forest felled how acquainted with grief and trails
As on the left chest - Stalin's profile, and on the right - Marinka full face.
Oh, for the faith of my selfless how many times I was resting in hell!
I exchanged the lives of utter hopeless my will.

Chorus:
To heat, to heat, to heat you give me a bathhouse in white - I weaned from white light.
Eel me and me mad, hot steam will untie language.

I remember how utrechkom ranenko brother managed to shout: & quot; benefits! & Quot;
And I have two beautiful guard was taken from Siberia Siberia.
And then there's career, whether in the swamp, swallowing tears and raw
Closer to the heart pricked we profiles so that he could hear the rush of the heart.

Chorus:
To heat, to heat, to heat you give me a bathhouse in white - I weaned from white light.
Eel me and me mad, hot steam will untie language.

Oh, shivering from the meticulous story, I thought steam chased from the mind.
Out of the mist of the past cold dipped in a hot mist.
I thought rattled under the benevolent, turned out - I should not have their brand,
And I trenchant birch broom on the heritage of the dark days.

Chorus:
To heat, to heat, to heat you give me a bathhouse in white - I weaned from white light.
Eel me and me mad, hot steam will untie language.