Текст песни P.S. - Похмелье

HANGOVER

The condition is not standing
Legs cotton, so decrepit hands
At the direction of the refrigerator
A hammer in mind the alarm ringing
Oh! My head!

Repentance requires a wife
I only silent apology
Screw the glass, followed by a second
By liking the heat wave will run
OH! My head!

And at once the clarity of thought, at once so well
Again, great in the world began to live!
But the feeling remains - not enough Th-ta
And yet I understand - was zashib!

Walking my way to the kitchen, the elevator does not go home
I am walking my way to the kitchen, and in the legs languor
Reopened the fridge - not enough Th-ta
I reopened the fridge - A Th there ???

Prospect in:

Beer - Pickle!
Beer - Pickle!
Beer - Pickle!
Vodka! Fuck!