Текст песни Лена Мячикова - Сосед

Many say they have such neighbors
who make repairs in the apartment all their lives
And my neighbor is on top for a week
fucks with a hammer and makes a coffin
I think I decided to make a painting on the floor
And hammers nails at a certain beat
He, as a man, lacks a female body
And the wife does not give a month in any way
I took a drill in my hands, or maybe it's a drill
It seems that I begin to distinguish these sounds
Yesterday I went to him, helped put the door
But why, you bitch, don't you end the rattling
And you'd better hear the groans and creaks of the bed
I mentally lift my eyes to heaven
My dear neighbor, please, please, stop
Let me go up and help with the repair myself.