Текст песни АЛЬТАВИСТА - Телогреечка

A quilted jacket does not warm the soul,
The leather boot is wet.
Tired of the autumn
Fate beaten by a guy.
In his hand are two copper rubles
In his thoughts is his empty glass.
He read the rubric for some reason.
In the newspaper "Red Partisan."

And in the head empty is brought
The article “Lime I from the fields”,
They say that the hay is mowing,
And he thinks all about her.
She lives in a neighboring courtyard
There are two benches and sand.
And the third life there is alcoholics,
Vodka is washed down with juice.

And the third month the guy tosses
And already half a year the guy drinks.
And so life doesn’t work,
So here is the same with her not rushing.
And she was sad, but a little
He’s used to being alone.
A quilted jacket does not warm the soul,
The leather boot is wet.