Текст песни Виктор Малофеев - В магазине

I go out alone from the front ...
Finger to his temple me scratching sun
Birds howl - it is encouraging ...
I have two gold pieces in his pocket .

I will pass on the street tired
By the alley , where the ends and the beginning of ...
Already other times have come ,
And then the door knocking , like knocking .

The store debate and tantrums
I'll scoop out the window aunt :
" I love to thirty-seven cents ,
And let the rest of the vodka . "