Текст песни Кирилл Комаров - Редкая

You say that I am a loser,
You say that I'm sick.
What do you all would have been otherwise,
If only you did not contact me.

What I bring a little money,
And you really do not appreciate.
What I'm a liar and a slacker,
It ruins your life on the vine.

Chorus:
No, you still - a rare bitch,
I someday you strangled.
Yes, you still - a rare bitch,
I am ever your poison.
Yes, all the same you - a rare bitch ..
Well, for that I love you so much?

You're telling me that I am a libertine.
You say that I am rude.
What is still unknown is unpleasant -
When I'm sober, or when I'm drunk.

You're telling me that I was primitive,
From my jokes you sick.
I'm just disgusted
In those days, when he plays the "Zenith".

Chorus.

You tell me: "Jag-Jag"
I answer you: "Chiki-Bryk".
Your libido with my lumbago
Did not find a common language.

You tell me: It was wrong.
I answer: All garbage!
You do something very clear
How much do you love me? ..

Chorus.