Текст песни Хроноп - Португальские женщины -1991

You write to me, it was a terrible year,
It was a lot of diseases and moisture,
On sugar prices rose again,
But there was a reserve, and you put the mash.
And I do not know and go to the subway,
Listening to the two old men, who argue
On the beauty of Portuguese women.

You write to me that your brother is dead,
And now you come into an inheritance.
The cottage, a dog, a cat and a TV,
Thin roof, bees and clover.
And I do not know, floating on the river,
Listening to the two sailors who argue
On the beauty of Portuguese women.

You write me about the slush and mud,
What is no longer to get to you,
What do you want to go to the area,
But the winter will have to stay.
And I was walking back home,
Where in the corner scratching mouse
And do not write a song
On the beauty of Portuguese women.