Текст песни Александр Барыкин - Рыба-прилипала

Run away from here soon
Not standing at the pier.
It happens night, leads to trembling
Appeared sticking.
Appeared sticking.
Appeared sticking.
There was a fish sticking.

How affectionately clings to the skin,
To those who walk fast.
He drinks something tasty and tasteless
Tom is lucky today.
He takes salt bait from his hands,
And it means something.
And he knows for sure
And drags at random.

Run away from here soon
Not standing at the pier.
It happens night, leads to trembling
Appeared sticking.
Appeared sticking.
Appeared sticking.
There was a fish sticking.

She’s not a corpse, not a bloodsucker,
Just sticking.
Ready to eat any garbage
But to fall there.
She is trickier and thicker than us
And soberly understands
That her life is by no means
does not consider happy.

Run away from here soon
Not standing at the pier.
It happens night, leads to trembling
Appeared sticking.
Appeared sticking.
Appeared sticking.
There was a fish sticking.

Ready to stay awake for days
And follow us
And we get used to taking
Their best friends.
He clamps the tracks with him
She was not distinguished.
And an impudent look, as if yours
To the glory of adherence.

Run away from here soon
Not standing at the pier.
It happens night, leads to trembling
Appeared sticking.
Appeared sticking.
Appeared sticking.
There was a fish sticking.