Текст песни Юго-Запад - Привет матроса

I hate you in the last days
I do not love you last month.
I’m going to take the bottles and the waste
And cranes in heaven will purr a song.
Stay - yeah, into a star
My lady is equal to an ace
And send you greetings
From sailor years

Anyway, they’ll trash the demobilization album,
I'd rather throw him in the trash.
Still not see in the blue sea
My fascist cruiser with a black superstructure.
Life passes - and all kapets!
I ran into her butt
And send you greetings
From sailor years

Snow covered winter all around,
My friend spat at my door.
I’ve been running for beer in the morning,
After all, the desire to drink before death itself.
And I will be saved - and you are a wolf with him,
How dicky to be young
And send you greetings
From sailor years

I will sleep with Lariska - and all business.
Lured in the dark, tore Marinka.
I will rise, brush myself and the eyes of a spider.
With chronicle of palette I’ll go hugging.
Golden river Irtysh.
Beer foam - reached the roofs
Hello to you
From sailor years