Ёлочные Игрушки и Андрей Родионов - Никритин - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

The heart began to overcome some kind of sorrows-hiders. Suspended, tired of Moscow, call Volodya Nikritin! And we will seize with Volodka, and look at the heights of the cones, coughed, washed with vodka, lightweight fused with butterfly! I will tell him how one person lived, he thought the most important of all affairs - the search for dope. As sticky snow gathers in a lump, Moscow composed and smokes it. He believed - a person is lonely and we are gathering together only for stupefying. This is the people's meetings, and this is real drug addiction. So he lived, in the morning - hello, deep at night - finishing, and then, by unrequited passion, some kind of woman - a whore creation killed him. And Volodya Nicritin will say in response: “So she had plans for him!” Once he was killed and this crap appears from behind marijuanna! Where is the boom -characteristic awakening of the conscience of flour? Where are the light thoughts with the first rays of the sun? Where, after the first, quiet music, timid joy, health benefits? No, one smoke: daytime, evening, morning. With this smoke, everything that the shore, his hidden valuable inside, exhaled, exhaled into the air and lay down to sleep. And I can’t score as before Volodya, sometimes it seems to me that I have already died, and the soul is carrying my soul, like cards, the body is carrying the body - Shuler, although in life, everything seems like in the matrix, something in the theme. Who is now, dear Volodya, because of the unrequited passion, the girl kills ... While the phone call is joyful and the first glass seems like watering unrequited passions, killing more accurately vodka and terpincoda and we will drink wisely - morning, evening, morning Morning, day, evening, evening, because it cannot last forever ...