Текст песни Копирашкин - Про пьяницу, фотографию и счастье

He can spend hours looking at her face ,
The hanging crooked frame.
Pined for drinking her longing
From the throat of the bottle Moldovan Tamyanka .

He was drunk trying to write her poems,
But he had nothing comes out .
He was very tired and very desperate ,
And the inspiration for this never comes .

It is a long time will not be happy ,
After all, happiness is strictly connected with it.
It will be sad and lonely point
The graph days.