Текст песни Мафик - 2007 - Шито-крыто - 10. Воротничок

You haven’t been sms to me for three days now,

And in the dark I dwell

You feel sad or crawl in clubs

My creative girl

Dressed with a scoop of daiquiri,

You mutter, defile home

Glamorous pramenade a mile long

Everything is correct, but it’s a pity not with me.

As he wants and steers,

The girls are on guard

Outside the tramp-draft-chock-chock

And I won’t hide it,

You won't catch a cold

Oh, zay, pick up your collar.

But for a sweet life of sugar,

Didn’t relax a man by fate,

I’m presented with a new zygerochek,

Your healthy emancipation

And somewhere, putting wings on the wind,

Aiming at cute framers,

Shoots Cupid Squadron,

You be more cunning there.