Имя Фамилия - Bukhlo - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

And something I am so loaded

But still on a relaxation, if we compare with me two -week ago ...

I am sad only at night, I miss you only at parties. Yes, alcohol every time almost forces me to dial me your number. But for the best that I do not dial.

Like a bottle of whiskey. You drink, feeling this bitterness, sometimes cool, if you drink it, but you hope that everything will become sweeter soon ... Only the bottle is almost over. There are two shots left there. I drink, drink. One is the hottest quarrel, the second is "we part"

I would now be lemonade. Three liters. Better a barrel. After all, I thought that I would find in you ... but I did not find ... happiness is an endless source, so I will smash this barrel, and then I would apparently run after the booze again. I just hope not whiskey ... otherwise with Jack together again.

I don’t understand why you love this vodka ... This is an abomination.

My destiny is an expensive whisk, only he makes me fresh ... although like any alcohol, I feel like a baron with him. And the higher the price tag ... the more difficult it is to start, but it ends very quickly. Phah. So -so metaphor, perhaps, but prescribed everything in detail. You are the most expensive whiskey.

You do not lie on the window. Magaz is colorful, you can find a couple of fit shelves. You lurk somewhere in the corner ... far from elite bottles, but the most elite of them. Oh, with such alcoholism, I will soon find a hearse.

There is another shelf with a discount. Where you can take the already stood pypykhtka wine, and also over three hundred. You will throw a hundred and enough on a primitive cartoon and her sympathetic girlfriend. After all, with two bottles more fun. You just quickly drink even in one ...

By the way, I do not like wine. And vodka and Vincchik are like two of your friends. Stacks with Jim Bim - all my friends.

There is also apple cider. The bottles seem to be ... "just friends." So sweet, they leave so quickly, but we are just friends, the night ends with them so quickly. With an apple or pear ... no difference. They end and the ass starts ...

I drank ... and they are offended.

You always ask for supplements with booze.

The liver was heavy, the stomach was heavy, the wallet licked, thoughts lung. But ... to a certain face. And then I want to think so ... I want to think more than to puke over the toilet, maybe that's why ... vomiting flies by.

Glass eyes rest against the TV set. Cloudings, bifurcations begin, it seems that monkey moves between the brackets, as in branches. They are all these kids conversations with a best friend, brackets - booze, television - talking heads.

It is necessary to tie with a drink ... or find your own variety. With whom you will not argue, with which there will be no quarrels with whom it will not be said that you are not right ... and even if right, it will be better, if you yield.

I pause ... or stop ..? Guys, I am now only without alcohol. But any, even the most harmless drink can be discarded. And now I would save my health ... Yes, and you. But first you.