Текст песни маша badda boo - На подоконнике

I'm sitting on the windowsill,
I looked at the kettle,
Tired at work
I need a vacation, urgently.
I catch a glimpse of the dead
Native Chief,
Oh, how it would be nice
Only a very difficult ...

I'm sitting on the windowsill,
I looked at the mug,
I have over the years of loneliness
I do not become a smarter ...
I would have gone, probably
Create your girlfriend
Just too lazy to hang at night
On a date with her ...

I'm sitting on the windowsill,
I looked at the knife,
I for some reason put it
Under the refrigerator
And at what here, I do not know
Old chair without legs
And green, defective,
But the big alarm clock.

I'm sitting on the windowsill,
As bush geranium,
And, under the windows of thunder
The next Saturday,
But I will not go there,
I'm busy today,
I have a great job,
I do so today.