Текст песни МелоЧИ ЖизНИ - Посошок квартирник...

One for the road, to pour donyshka
 I would drink, but does not flow from the neck
 I would sing choked granule
 Chill pulled from nest ...
 In unison lived upside down
 Dragged a half-empty flask
 And bullets on his chest with a vest
 In node nerve stamped with sledding
 Boarding in love without a name
 Tea spat blues and torn
 With roots verse is not combed handwriting
 Because the table is all over ...
 Laughter tears two chords tightly
 Language jingled all great
 Went ahead without fail Locked
 We now as a patron without gunpowder ...
 Life knot braided hair
 And the plot inside the sweater
 Went into the loony bin and threw themselves into the Waters
 And the fool was synonymous with Victor ..
 In a drunken storm sailing boat with a white
 In sober calm die of hunger
 Here is a hand squeeze so immature
 Die only if his youth ..
 The choice fell, said goodbye to each nest
 Forehead to his temple like a sailor unkempt
 Not at the seams were his feathers
 Only went swimming misunderstood
 The duel coughed yes spat
 I was an orphan behind
 Now that the dog whine of sorrows
 Or drink in the sights of conscience
 My glass is not topped up brim
 And the trigger pull-madness
 Left but not in heaven, and the world
 One for the road and that's all poetry ...