Текст песни Александр Жуковец - А давай-ка...

And let's play without the & quot; no & quot ;,
you into a kind of roulette.
You are on hand Given bracelet
I - knitted vest.

You're my cries, reproaches, neurosis,
and partial emptying.
I return to you - a bunch of roses
and neck, to the priests seat.

And let's you keep quiet,
lying in the room, by candlelight.
You'll be my aspirin.
I told you - cocaine in the mouth.

Or do you want to go any way.
The train & quot; Moscow pechalka & quot;
You're telling me horror,
and I'll nod - & quot; what a pity ... & quot ;.

Maybe we will observe the post?
For now, it's cool and fashionable.
I am the master, and you - my guest.
And sitting on the kitchen hungry.

And come if the world is deaf,
and I'm a critic and a preacher.
As the last holy hero
that fell head over heels into a witch.

And let's play at love.
Or, in the rain, just so no hail.
The truth is I'm a rogue inventor.
But my love - the reward.