Текст песни Мы живем от субботы до субботы - ну где же вы мои игрушки

Flies fast time somewhere
We lose our best years
How much drinking and how much spit
In those arbors that the school yard ..
And we do not need to argue
from Saturday to Saturday
And I'm driving the time beer all year round!

Well, where are you my toys
My notebooks, my briefcase
Squeaky floor, face on a mug
in cake Vishnev seven candles
It is a glass of nanite vodka
and photos of young, school days
This is how the time of my youth is passing !!!

and you have long thought to grow long
Near passersby with reproach they say
And we run on the puddles
and do not wait at home that the children are entering
......... We are the weather always cold rains
Forgive you mom and do not be sad!

Well, where are you my toys
My notebooks, my briefcase
Squeaky floor, face on a mug
in cake Vishnev seven candles
It is a glass of nanite vodka
and photos of young, school days
This is how the time of my youth is passing !!!

We have a big company and share us
And someone older or younger it was never
We stand together in one row
And as in a dream, but on Java
In the eyes of friends to tears, I watch friends ..

Well, where are you my toys
My notebooks, my briefcase
Squeaky floor, face on a mug
in cake Vishnev seven candles
It is a glass of nanite vodka
and photos of young, school days
This is how the time of my youth is passing !!!
Standing glass, nanite vodka
and photos of young, school days
This is how the time of my youth is passing !!!
This is how the time of my youth is passing !!!