Текст песни Марк Котляр - Мкртычян

Somehow in the bar fell in love with a woman
And at the table to her bottle sent
And as if I was promised by the sky
I waited for her reply love.

And she was all silent thoughtfully
Even name did not call
Turn the clashes on the handbag
I assigned the sad eyes

I told her feelings about her
I shouted to her: "What do you want to ask!"
I ordered her songs
And at the end I called Taxi

Loss

At home I admitted to her in the imposition
Gently kissed her in her mouth
Then she told her quietly: "Eugene I!"
She whispered gently: "Ashot!"

I rushed out of his hands
Heart beat from a feeling of shame
And he took my ass confident
And through the teeth told me: "Where?"

And now I live southern Caltire
There is a six, a sports suit
And Ashot loves me and pampers
Buys me sweet raisins

Life has improved, you can envy
Although still there is flaw in it
I was on the passport before I am Sidorov
And now I am Mkrtchyan