Guys don't cry, they probably don't.
The guys will have a bachelor party in the club.
Tequila, tequila, about sports and cars.
About the main thing, perhaps quieter, quieter.
And the guys don't cry, why, there is no point.
Get drunk - rub off, rub off - get drunk.
And quiet, like an echo, like a right shot.
What is there a broken heart shooting about?
Chorus:
In smoke and frenzy, in frenzy and in smoke.
I reset everything, I will be clean again.
One more whiskey, please - one more.
Another one passed through my life.
Guys don't cry, get sick, frolic
In smoke and in a frenzy (In a smoke and in a frenzy)
Not afraid at all (Not at all afraid)
Not God, not a devil, not that tired.
And an evil smile and nerves under the current.
Soul bleeds, pay without change.
Why is it so empty and lonely.
Guys don't cry, they leave differently ...
Chorus:
In smoke and frenzy, in frenzy and in smoke.
I reset everything, I will be clean again.
One more whiskey, please - one more.
Another one passed through my life.
In smoke and frenzy, in frenzy and in smoke.
I reset everything, I will be clean again.
One more whiskey, please - one more.
Another one passed through my life.