Текст песни 9-ый Район - Чувства дурака

At night I went, there was a fog wall
I pressed on the gas if not himself
I flew for you to say: & quot; Bye! & Quot;
Boil the blood, you'd better not be angry

And when he saw the light twelve vents
The light in your hut, and suffered engine
How beautiful horse, ahead of the sadness
And you also know that I will still come back

Chorus:

When you stand at the window
And white mop of white hair
Leave a mark
About feelings first fool

All hell, evil, I opened the window
Cigarette smoke blows warm
In front of the star, and underneath the hut
No I do not have the strength to enter

But you opened the door, though do not believe your eyes
Studio not say yes Come quickly
I fell into the snow from these rare words
Climb no power, go to your old home

Chorus.

Now I will rest the spirit translate
Zakushu drink, and then sing
And hug you tight hand
Fattened itself you you oh, my God

In a glass of water does not walk until the morning
I go out into the hall and bring firewood
And old boots blow up strong tea
Talk of the eyes and I say, "Good-bye"

Chorus.