Текст песни Чайф - Мне нехватает

I beat his fist on the concrete pole,
I again dissatisfied with something.
He received a salary, but it was yesterday,
I clench my teeth against the pain.

I turn through the meat grinder of the day,
I'm tired as a dog, I was reeling.
Broken hands in the blood, there is a third string -
I always something missing.

I miss the white fungus in the winter.
I miss the snow drifts in the summer.
I miss the noise of the crowds at night,
A day of moonlight.

A phone call, unknown voice
Persistently offers me
Record any new songs
Only this I now do not have enough.

Take my guitar, take my accordion,
Write some nonsense,
Turn on the tape recorder, or nakrichit Napa -
Here's my answer.

I miss the white fungus in the winter.
I miss the snow drifts in the summer.
I miss the noise of the crowds at night,
A day of moonlight.

 
Most have ended that day,
Hurry to come hour of sleep.
I know - tomorrow everything will be different,
But the night was doomed.

I turn through the meat grinder of the day,
I'm tired as a dog, I was reeling.
Broken hands in the blood, there is a third string -
I always something missing.

I miss the white fungus in the winter.
I miss the snow drifts in the summer.
I miss the noise of the crowds at night,
A day of moonlight.

I miss the white fungus in the winter.
I miss the snow drifts in the summer.
I miss the noise of the crowds at night,
A day of moonlight.
Moonlight. Moonlight.
Moonlight. Moonlight.