Once upon a time, I came to concerts.
All local MS applauded in the center,
Crowds are notepad, but I understood later,
What is better to be me unlike them.
Know, now everything will change, believe
We click the finger and the door opens,
Where in the halls they will shout to us suddenly,
"Daaaa, you love us tomorrow"
Yeah and do not ask apologies
Joniboy in Saratov, we know, you wanted to see.
This is John, it's high, it is a storm, it's a cage,
This happens undoubtedly so rarely,
What should be loved to drag
On a ticket in a pocket, on the album on soup.
In the club San Remo, come down, come,
18-00, December - 11.
350 rubles for a ticket,
Quickly impaired if there are no
And forward with us in the Saratov club,
necessarily friend.
Yeah ...
You are obliged to come.
To us,
Let's fly right away.
So that we also raised glasses,
And saw crowds to six.
