Текст песни Вера Полозкова - Вот когда мы бухали, плакали или грызлись

That's when we booze , crying or squabbled -
Allocated some vital substance .
It seemed to us that this crisis .
In fact , the crisis -
It is neither suffer nor quarrel , nothing.

Previously, there were few answers; Now was not the issues themselves .
Monitors , turbines, buttons left and right, back and forth.
How did it all get to fly , throwing
The meaning of life , who - hello , friend Joseph -
Neither send rebyatok ,
nor to put money
no order?