Текст песни Вячеслав Антонов - Ипотека

Born in the past century, in the village of Old House
Mile all in the world, native was a hearth
But years flying, I have nothing to lose
The time went on a loan apartment to take

Did not live richly and do not get used to
Your mortgage to pay twenty years
Youth of love, rushed on a horse
Do not worry difficulties, we are happy quite

In St. Petersburg native, in the area entered
Chamofer's profession, got free
Collective farm house, hostel, removable apartment
Highness as a tramp, and the whole family is my

His fate is satisfied, I thank her
All alive and healthy, I pray
Let the tears fall, with naive children's eyes
Let ski boots, on the day of knowledge in the third class.