Текст песни DZIOFF - 08 Твои Друзья

DZIOFF - Your friends
(music and lyrics by M. Dziov)

Your friends will always give you advice
With whom you can, with whom you cannot,
Although they themselves do not have a personal life
Your friends go out of their way without soap
All day they are cracking what restaurant to choose for the evening

And you could not listen to anyone, but you
Hanging your ears, you just shake your head
They will decide your fate
They will come to the rescue
Like a flock of wild monkeys
Your moronic friends

Your friends are itching like an awl at the fifth point
They call to thump both day and dark at night
Your friends are all intellectuals
And nothing was raised in life harder than a glass

You fancy yourself a princess surrounded by servants
But baby you're under the pressure of friendly hands
They will decide your fate
And your blood all the time
I would give them all in the brains.
Your moronic friends

And time goes by, and in the mirror
Shabby woman far over forty
And you cry in the night alone
And nobody needs you
And somewhere they hang out without you
Your moronic friends