Sit down opposite my dear friend, my respects
We have so many topics to discuss and yet
Sit down, I'll treat you. I apologize in advance
Put aside your embarrassment, we'll chalk it all up to the bar not being filled enough.
It's funny how long it takes me to find all my counterparts in spirit
Requiring only 5 minutes and 2 free ears
It's wonderful, just don't leave again,
I already left all my blood in the pub
Did you want to know what awaits you and how to go through life?
When will the king of joy and those pages with him disappear?
And the types of days will freeze here like wax
The question is good, but all good things go down the drain
You can get questions from behind your belt
-How to get out of the binge, San? Yes, I don’t know myself
If I had known, I would have left. And I looked for a trace among the rocks,
But here a grin is formed by the fragments of days
But you and I are different, right, brother?
These damn spiritual practices are enough for our lifetime
Take and spend. It's fun to play and die for a whore
Wait a minute
You'll go crazy in the year of the golden rabbit
Even though you raise mountains of gold, remember everything that was spilled
But also, call the boy that
Even if victory comes sooner, it is deceiving
Seven years of revelry, although it’s a pity, having given up the chance
Wanting to go there again, fate will come out with knives
Give it up and don't ask. It was with him and there is no logic to revive
Take the metro again, but I ask you not to touch
Drowned in everyday life, I thought about killing her
For stupidity and trouble that brought without thinking at all
In view of the specific introductions, you will think to be free
But only after collecting everything in a folder will you leave it in a long drawer
What’s next, alas, I don’t know myself
I give Neva a chance to go with the flow on a small raft
And setting off again along the river beyond the horizon
Hoping for a sun lounger with an umbrella to protect you from sunburn
And you have everything ahead, the easier it is to be yourself
My little advice, don't be left with just an empty clip.
And believe and fear and ask. This is not accepted in Rus',
But you will live to at least thirty, and then you will choose
Myself. If you get ashore, and not believing it yourself
With your palms you eagerly scoop from the very shallows
With dry lips to say that they stole my day again
And all that was left in the end was mixed with shit
Clear. It's time for us to part ways. I see, I'm tired. And I
I go by principle if the topic is cute
You hug those who are still alive and dear there
After drying the gunpowder, load it and attack those motherfuckers
And it's time for me to, I mean, think about it.
The funny thing is that you are always answerable to me
A farewell cigarette and it’s time for me to go further
I know you have a red Marlboro with you
So he looked after me as if I were a fool.
I don't blame him because he doesn't feel trouble yet
Everything seems absurd to him, everything that was said
I saw it all myself 10 years ago through his eyes