Текст песни Ростислав Чебыкин - Мышка

With nine rustling behind the keyboard
Our office mouse-norushka.
On the screen all accounts but the invoice,
Yes conversations on Skype with his girlfriend.

In the distance, some smoke,
Internet still hanging.
Sorry sysadmin,
Patty treat.
Oh, and if were it to him ...
Only the husband does not forgive:
I, too, Othello, a pancake.

There were years - barbecue yes condensed milk,
Yes, tired of other things.
I'm calling: Well, take away from prodlёnki -
Responsible, again meeting.

In the distance, some smoke,
Whether slush and mud.
Sprained sysadmin -
On him fell.
Oh, martini or gin -
I would be so drunk,
But yes figure mode.

Dosidela prior to the eighth,
Going somewhere, he not decided.
As everything in the world so stupidly,
What is so hopelessly out of tune?

In the distance, some smoke,
Sedin yes glasses ...
Do not write the brothers Grimm
About her tales.
Mouse office forgive
Void of anguish
And some will keep silent.