Текст песни Антон Духовской - Тридцать семь квадратных метров

Thirty-seven square meters.
Thirty-seven square meters.
Thirty-seven square meters.
The walls, floor and ceiling.
Unpretentious cell .
In a tattered passport stamp .
Thirty-seven square meters -
It is the birthplace , son.

Here , in a concrete box ,
Walls like cardboard .
If you suddenly hear moans -
Then do not call for help .
Still not be able to help .
Scary ? Well , so what ?
Sounds so much like death
on the breath of love.

And uzorchik on wallpaper
Death cram thee.
Call his fate
Smoldering way of life .
What got - it got.
Maybe someone will say, " smallness ."
Do not push , my friend, for pity !
Whether you're happy and this !

Recognizable face neighbors.
And pretty ! Rave enough !
He would not go anywhere
Scooter similar days.
And a familiar gesture meek
Drop the egg into the pan .
If sad - drink vodka.
If fun - do not drink .

Do not try ! All to no avail !
In skin ingrained as tattooed
This life . Take -ka with shelves
Gorky's play "The Lower Depths ."
What a gem , what a face!
Maybe experience will be useful .
Think before you born
In this fabulous country .

Thirty-seven square meters.
Thirty-seven square meters.
Thirty-seven square meters.
The walls, floor and ceiling.
Unpretentious cell .
Trifle - and holds tight.
Thirty-seven square meters -
It is the birthplace , son.