Текст песни cover бумбокс - вахтерам

you don't like smoke - to hell with it
he kills words with a spin
already spreads the rumor around the yards
what's between us chuvauva
what to talk about with you lost the thread
stop being not yourself and sleep at home
we cannot be measured by eye but now
why are we pressing the brake not on the gas
eternal question why and why
I'm a little crazy, you are not yourself
and these nights in the Crimea now to whom
If I meet later, I will give him
your squeaky voice is like an electric shock
that I'm drunk without wine - your fault
now the country will know until dark
they will be informed about everything on fm waves

I remember white wallpaper
black dishes
there are two of us in Khrushchev
who we are and where are we from
from where
close the curtains
coffee buns get cold
Now explain to us the watchmen
why am I so moved on it

let's sit like this until morning
don't go wait but I have to go
and if there is only one exit ahead
then why are we cold then hot
I'm tired of putting it in its place
t turn back here again
touch melted my metal
you are element number five
neither give nor take
the game goes to the final this time
and you are still silent, I say
fifteen minutes left until morning
don't call it like that
let's try to hem everything, not stir
wash mobile numbers
but I have no strength to leave without asking
let's try to reassemble everything

white wallpaper
black dishes
there are two of us in Khrushchev
who we are and where are we from
from where
close the curtains
coffee buns get cold
Now explain to us the watchmen
why am I so moved on it

white wallpaper
black dishes

white wallpaper
black dishes
there are two of us in Khrushchev
who we are and where are we from
from where
close the curtains
coffee buns get cold

Now explain to us the watchmen
why am I so moved on it?