Текст песни Арсен Мірзоян - Звісно, ми змішані з різного тіста

The bar is not closed,
look for me with your eyes.
I have a reason for you,
die, hooked.
Fly glasses,
as always little.
The evening will end
fur on your shoulders.

CHORUS:
Of course, we are mixed with different dough
And the chef did it on purpose
And we will not repeat 300 years
Clean white linen on the shelves
And arrival time - only numbers
But the first step to the plot is three hundred

Morning
squinting eyes
Insomnia steals the night,
And I'm looking for phrases
say everything at once.
Am I still thinking?
Is something really missing?
Can everything pass?
Are you in your heart for a long time?