Текст песни Михаил Кочетков - Душевная песня уличного фонаря

To the soul , subdued , like a mouse ,
Soul sneaks like a cat .
You hide in warm armpits
His frozen palms .

And his soul - skunk !
What to her smarmy sentimentality ?
She make it to payday
And there warmed port.

And you grow with him his little son ,
Maybe pamper daughter ,
Her soul as Shorty
Or rather even point .

She looks like an old woman ,
When you look out of the plane
Or a little fly
And maybe something more .

Here at the stove coos mouse
And drinking wine its skunk ,
And the wallpaper shorty
Byaku pen draws .

So day after day the same thing :
Wine, stove, stains on the walls ...
Oh, God, you dissimilar
How you live is not clear!

And I look at you through the window ,
And I'm worried , as bespectacled .
Shorty and not a cat -
Lined street lantern.

My soul from eternal frost
Gone, as they say, in the heel ,
That summer climb out
Funny volnushki on a bed .