Текст песни Лёха Никонов - Драка

Thunder July Thunder Clap,
I it is familiar.
You're in the ghostly park.
There, far away, passing through the arch
and dialing a certain code
You can get to the attic, where I live.
Year some pigs, a year centaur.
to be honest - I fuck.
In a pitiful, fraudulent moonlight
here along the avenue are prostitutes.
I - Leha Nikonov,
visible from my window
Only the roof.
To me turned bus driver
- It is possible, please be quiet?
- You go to hell, a resident of the south hot!
I am for three hours waiting for a friend ...
And you know, it does not matter - whether the heat, storm,
She will be waiting for me all day.