I'm sitting in his yard
On a bench under the alders , everything here is so familiar,
Hat slipped over his eyes , I doze ,
Damn me, as I love it all .
Laughing kids , grandmothers grumble
In my opinion, one to me here the road to hell ,
The third day, I did not reach the threshold,
Probably already in your heart stirs trouble.
So I rolled down
So I was falling ,
So I rolled down
Stumbled , crying ...
The head is bursting , in a spasm leg
I finished his cigarette butts all that scattered here yesterday,
Stray dog sniffed at me,
Probably decided : & quot; It is the same as I do . & Quot;
From the front creeps Vasilych disabled
His wife sleeps dishwasher after the change ,
Ducat , quarter , fifty dollars - time is running out ,
And per kilogram Uncle Peter goes.
So we rolled down
So we fell,
So we rolled ,
Stumbled , crying ...
Table in the yard - cards , dominoes ,
And you no longer looks up at my window ,
Goodbye forever with his jacket ,
You scream doodle cock under the table.
So I rolled down
So I fell,
So I rolled down
Spotakalas crying ...
