Шляпа - Алкоголик - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

I spent several years like in a coma.

Life is not life if there is no place for alcohol.

He got a family, looked from the office out the window.

Many times pushed out like pitching from a movie.

The pressure is normal, the prostate was not sick.

I re -read Tolstoy, but I did not smarter.

I hated a workplace and gym,

Sometimes I dreamed that I was drunk again in feces:

I cry and scream, I feel feelings, catch up with cognac, reflect on art, grab onto women red from wine, I come to work in pants sperm sperm.

This is only in dreams, but reality is not real.

Once I decided to drink vodka for breakfast.

She acted right away and I was inspired -

At the workplace, the first thing he climbed into the Bitrix.

He set his own daily tasks:

Write down a couple of tracks, throw them off the authorities.

But inspiration did not pass, put a dick on the scanner, laid out a picture on the main office site.

So I wanted to promote our program, but no one understood me and calculated me for dinner, they decided the prizes, but I had enough for a booze, made a few sips, my time came.

Without slowing down I drink, like Jimmy Macnalti,

By the end of the week, he became a musical poet, a homeless person, a favorite of a heifer, a store thief.

I stand at the microphone, as always with a light exponent.

The former boss comes up to take the autograph: “We take you back, I'm sorry that I shouted. But you were not sugar, but now everything is forgotten. We are giving corporate cards after the concert.”