Илья Черт - Стол.... - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Fourth verse

Table, bed, sofa with a pillow,

Two glasses, cot,

Gray cat and aunt nyura

It is cut into the checkers until night.

And I do not sleep, saving the country,

I am a secret service spy!

I write everything in my book,

Picking in the fingers.

I want to bring happiness

Many people - idiots,

Who is not sown with the roof

He dismissed his long tongue.

And I'm sitting here, hiding

Forgotted by everyone,

In this room shit,

Replenishing your catalog.

Well, how will the Nazis come-

All the heroes will be remembered right away!

You don't know tea guys,

Well, I won the whole war!

They gave our hero

Two bottles of beer "Colossus".

And now sits stimulated

In four walls of solid,

People walk by peacefully,

And in the hospital, on the contrary,

After Galapiridol

The guy is bent.

He was good and glorious

And he wrote nothing,

All about life, but about neighbors,

About love that they did not know.

But not rushing a crap, in kind,

About love to read novels.

So pushed his horses

An alien element of intelligence.

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