Текст песни ПВ - Сосед

I'm lying on my stomach
With cigarette in the mouth,
Under me standing beds
So I could lie on it.

Under the bed parquet,
In it, there is no one skid
And I see through the parquet,
How below is a neighbor.
He lies on the stomach
With cigarette in the mouth,
And under it is a bed,
So that he could lie on it.

Under the bed parquet,
There is no other plank in it,
And he sees through parquet,
As below another neighbor
On his side lies bokeh
With a TV in hand.
Soccer goes on it,
And the neighbor does not look at the floor.

But football is not infinite -
Ninety in it minutes
Not counting a break
For fifteen minutes.
So no longer flies
Back and forth a curly ball
And the minister locks
Picture gate.

And a neighbor, tearing fingers,
Range on parquet
Perfect Molds.
From plywood and glass.
And, watching a tired look
Television flight
He fixes attention
On the hole in the floor.

But in vain aspiring
He is in him a tortured eye
Because in our house
Floors are just three.