Текст песни Александр Новиков - Не признаюсь

I do not admit I'm not my mother, do not Kent
What do I toil,
What a prison for me is walking on his heels,
I do not confess.
I yearn suddenly take and get drunk
Till you drop -
I understand, now I am afraid of -
As I sit down.
But if once a year and two -
This is fixable.
If three, four, five -
Life rolled past.
Six, seven, eight, nine to give -
It will be difficult to handle.
Well, if two of five -
So good-bye, beautiful!
I pluck a guitar string by,
So as not aching.
And whispered in my ear, as if in a dream
Voice cute:
"Do not talk, do you like Fryer, not cool in the shed,
Or else, look, rolled your life
Upside down."