Текст песни Александр Розенбаум - Пока не лёг на воду снег

Without chains today I
Watchman underwear,
Pasha for nothing.
In the yard on fucking
broken ribs
Air breathing.

As a tavern menu
I read matins
Drunk pop board.
Propylil dear King -
In-law visiting merchants,
On gifts stingy.

I serve zamayalsya,
Yell, nalayalsya -
Ruptured stomach.
Everything in the world are sold,
Even a bitch is not given,
Services that alive.

Looking master's rooted in sunglasses
soup bones
Strictly by the hour.
Guest went with longing in the soul,
Whether given Intermedia ears,
And if scratched.

But the trouble - I just,
A kennel post,
And in the house, of course, a course not.
Rush me to the wolves, or something,
On this - how is it? - Will,
While not the snow lay on the water.