Текст песни Наум Блик - Как выжить в париже

I do not know how to survive in Paris (No)
Quite different landscapes I see (Yeah)
Worried stories from books
I write slowly, carry a burden on the niche
The tip pen strung on call
Fate manager or entrepreneur
Dad, I'm sorry, Mom, understand, all my days (All)
I burned paper couplets
In the bustle of daily dvizhek
You can rust or amass a hernia!
Maybe the wind rip the roof tight
In pursuit of the red spirit immobilized
I do not want to work for his uncle
Enough! These & quot; Uncle & quot; in not adequate (All)
Beginning with those who pay the poor
Ending with those in the Accounting Chamber
And by the way
On the collar of the mortgage I do not care
For girlfriend to buy a dress!
White on the wedding, clean conscience
Something to write a novel, not a story
God knows what awaits us after tomorrow
Accident car or concerts from dawn to dusk ... (Yes)

We start our day because of the measure.