Текст песни Просто Фил - Крановщик

Well, again, water flows from heaven,
Again in the cockpit wet the wires.
And the craneman can not take the lever,
Yes, everything is wrong again.

And the daughter does not call which day, -
Probably the case, and maybe too lazy.
She will probably pudrite the brain
Bouquet of roses.

Friend angry
Mud sprocket
Well, all, Shabash, Petrovich, let's, Petrovich, Slav.
It's time to write off to Earth,
Do not plow an old horse,
There is no salary, but a deal, come out.

What should he hope now?
Petrovich slowly opens the door.
And sweat mitten shuffling
Will start descending, quietly fucking, "UV"
Flies from lips.

At the bottom of the crowd
And heard the Materok,
And he takes a chopper
And the tower east
He would take the car if it were not for current ...
Raw wires
Spark runs
Closed short and got up
Lifting crane.

And dripping water to face
Men.
Wife running cinnamon
To a cake for Christmas.
And promises a calendar
For December, January will come again.