Текст песни Аркадий Переспал - Выведение из запоя на дому

In the smoke-filled kitchen is not visible
cased eyes.
Outside the window, engaged in the morning,
but again, not me.
Face swollen booze is not solid.
Obgazhen full face.
I like everything would be cool.
Binge.

I like a hedgehog in the fog in tobacco smoke.
Output of hard drinking I could not at home.
My horse will not save me:
she broke.
We were not brought with her from the binge.
Introduced.
We will not be taken out of the binge.
Introduced.

We will always be bored and sad
for our friends,
that went with us without saying goodbye,
I sleep like a slaughter.
If the soul is in the glass, suddenly empty,
feel free to pour.
Be one of those who returned
in booze.

I like a hedgehog in the fog in tobacco smoke.
Output of hard drinking I could not at home.
My horse will not save me:
she broke.
We were not brought with her from the binge.
Introduced.
We will not be taken out of the binge.
Introduced.

Rationality in the hospital,
encoding for a year.
Himself not swim out of the bay:
Here too strong surf.
Having played to cheer your scenario.
You know: just about
Kitchen universe will collapse, because you boo,
binge.

I like a hedgehog in the fog in tobacco smoke.
Output of hard drinking I could not at home.
My horse will not save me:
she broke.
We were not brought with her from the binge.
Introduced.
I like a hedgehog in the fog in tobacco smoke.
Output of hard drinking I could not at home.
My horse will not save me:
she broke.
We were not brought with her from the binge.
Introduced.
We were not brought with her from the binge.
Introduced.
We were not brought with her from the binge.
Introduced.