You do not like the smoke - to hell with it !
He kills the words around a head .
Already rumor spreads from house to house ,
Between us " Chihuahua " .
What do you say , lost the thread .
Not be a stop and sleep at home .
We did not measure by eye , and now
Why do we push on the brake, not the gas ?
Eternal question : " Why , yes why ?"
I'm a little crazy - you're not alone .
And those nights in Crimea - now who ?
I , if I meet then give it to him .
Your voice squeaky like an electric shock.
What I buhoy without wine - your fault.
Now recognizes the country until dark ,
They donesut everything on FM- waves.
I remember white wallpaper, black tableware .
We were in the Khrushchev two, who we are, and where ?
Pushes the curtains - kofeek , buns getting cold .
Explain that now we , janitors - why am I so moved by it ?
Come here so sit out until the morning.
" Do not go, wait a minute ," but " I have to go ."
And if only one way ahead
Why are we , the cold , the heat?
Lay on the places I'm tired,
And turn back , well here again .
Touch my melted metal.
You item number five - neither give nor take.
Goes to the final game this time ,
And you still say something , I say .
Fifteen minutes left until the morning ,
Do not call , so slovlyu and piled up.
Hem all try not to stir ,
Mobile numbers wash .
A leave without asking - no power !
Let's try again to collect all .
Come on ?
White wallpaper, black dishes.
We were in the Khrushchev two, who we are, and where ?
Pushes the curtains - kofeek , buns getting cold .
Explain that now we , janitors - why am I so moved by it ?
