Текст песни Михаил Шафутинский - Ночной гость

Guest again to my neighbor
Daughter sleeping floor lamp is burning joy on her face
Branches scratching on the glass
In a glass, cognac is poured with a date
It seems to be where the new dishes come from
But the neighbor values ​​this guest
It will straighten the tablecloth, then it will sigh inappropriately
That will be embarrassed that not sharp knives
He is a divorced man
And she's divorced what can I say
The government century rules us
And it's not their fault there is no one to blame
He was the first proud correct one was firm
Well, God be his judge, yes he would be alive
Square foliage changes daughter grows up
And it's a trifle that the knives are not sharpened
Pillowcase smells like snow, water is dripping somewhere
The raincoat in the corner hangs on the Moscow sky fell
And the green star of a late taxi
You can't go far to the Gathering today
He could have completely stayed and lived
Everything is not so annoying.
Oh, I got those damn knives
Oh, how one sleeps in the winter morning
In the wind a lantern whines a yellow hole
The lantern dreamed of showers and now he does not sleep
All creaks it's time it's time
The light will merge into the crack, the door will quietly click
The elevator obediently counts down the floors
Snow will fall in the morning and it's not even bad
The fact that knives are not sharpened in the house
Snow will fall in the morning and not even bad
The fact that knives are not sharpened in the house