Текст песни Алексей Иващенко и Георгий Васильев - Увы, Доpогие Дpузья

Alas, dear friends, what good suffer and fall in love,
And the pillow to cry bitterly frantic springtime
After all, the girls of our dreams have long been eighteen,
And the Count of Monte Cristo has - not the most favorite character.

Oh, we long ago I do not, those at least I want to believe that the same.
It's funny because with the stomach to go to the Musketeer cloak.
And old poems about love, we believe less and less,
A new verse about love do not read at all.

Nadel Chevalier d & quot; Artagnan kepchonochku fashionable cut,
A hat with a quill pen shyly stuck in the outhouse.
And want it or not, but the fact is that certain achievements heroes
Looking at you from the pages of your savings books.

Alas, dear friends, everything in life is known in advance,
At first we all hoo, and after - a very, very.
And it remains one - lie down on the couch creaking
And sleep, closed his eyes favorite novel Dumas.