Текст песни Олег FB - Сон по счетам

And while a tear rolls down your cheeks
I counted days, I was without feelings like poverty
And fell on the bottom, I thought a dream, and so I wake up, I pinched myself,
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I don't act like a ZERO in movies,
There are no Mitsubishi Podgeros blue in my garage
There’s nothing in my wallet, because there’s no wallet,
He lies somewhere with business card holders, from the pizzeria VK.
(I'm not ready), give you an apartment and a cottage,
In addition to beautiful words, the picture is easy to add.
For such reasons, I'm an enviable groom damn,
But I'm just starting to cling to the ways of life.

And the poem can be said, in the words of the poet,
That my poem is not finished yet,
Happiness is not what you seek in coins,
Coin dull iron, banknote a simple piece of paper,
give me a million then I will believe in their importance.

And soon you will ask for a fur coat
I’ll say sorry, but I don’t sew them myself,
Rob the store I'm not a criminal at all,
And I will see tears on your cheek. BUT.