Текст песни Седьмой прохожий - Б

Sing under the guitar, so that the neighbors learned,
That you are alive, and knocked a fist about the wall,
Let's understand that you are heard
Giving understand what you understand
Give it to understand that the doctor is soon, and Dr. is going to you.

And you play on the guitar,
And sing your songs.
Unimproved truth will place wings.
After all, there are no rods on the windows,
So there is a way out.
Let now doctors break on the eighth floor of the door.

Well, you were silent,
Why is it so unusual quiet?
What? Moved herbs against your windows?
And splashed with red asphalt, drawn in classes?
Well, do not cry a girl,
Now everything will remove the janitor ...