Текст песни Елена Елисеева - Соседу в вельветовом пиджаке

I like people with a strange gait,
They usually smells of vodka,
in the pocket of not more than a hundred,
but they have enough ..

They talk , argue, share .
They do not care what everyone wears .
Stomach rumbling and asking for bread .
These people love the sky ..

They used to live on the bench ,
accustomed not to ask for supplements.
Raise a glass , say tost-
their meaning of life is very simple !