Текст песни Андрей Широглазов - По Яреге

This autumn does not shine for us
To meet together - one hundred pounds:
You decided to leave me
On the eve of cold weather.
I'm depressed by Yarega
I carry a big suitcase.
I understand that you are a fool
But I am a little sad.

The ball is over, the arguments have died down.
You mumble under your breath
That you will jump into the ambulance now
And you will leave our collective farm.
Hinting you are embarrassed
In your idle vanity
That the ambulances have a stop
Only in the city of Ukhta.

Here's a job like this:
Again I'm single and drunk.
It's just like Goethe:
People are dying for the titanium.
I put a blot in my hearts
A family cataclysm.
Appreciate, comrade Plaksin,
My working heroism!

Okay, everyone, not blood spoilage
Because of the rat from the ship.
I have to cook under the wells
All week profile.
This is not a bun with butter,
Not candy, not meringue.
We are still, comrade Plaksin,
We'll live to see GKZ.