Текст песни Александр Новиков - Песня Фальшивомонетчика

The worst nightmare
This is a black funnel.
I thought he would pass by,
But braked at my feet.
And the best car is
Machine stamping rubles.
She was in a hurry and in a hurry.
And she and I were taken away in the first.

And now, my ways are not close.
And I began to think more often,
What rubles are your bullshit
I sat down for real.

I remembered the beautiful southern beach,
Gilded interior.
I remembered the one that didn’t lie down,
If not a millionaire.
But her exquisite body
I could not have forever -
She didn’t want to hear
How to tear the machine.

And now, my ways are not close.
And I began to think more often,
What rubles are your bullshit
I took not real love.

I recalled the neighbor’s camera,
He often said to me:
- From beautiful women only troubles,
And with money - so doubly.
I remembered the late dad,
What told me in advance:
- Who often flaps wings,
He will fall very soon.

And now, my ways are not close.
And I got lost in the dark more often,
Where are my bullshit for rubles
I had a real life.