Текст песни Николай Коршунов - Обыкновенная История

She was a goddess, and sitting on top
Olympus or Bald Mountain
Once he paid attention to the type -
Fan guitar game
He was a big amateur about to eat and drink
And drag someone in bed
And seeing this case, the goddess has encouraged
It remained to spend the night

And he played blues and wore steep ships
And she saved him from global Shiza
And in their dreams, old day from day
He dreamed of love - big and clean, like a sheet!

But, the rubbing of the talent is that a toll from the musician?
What to ask for milk goat!
Without music, it is clear, the fringe goes back
And drinking is bitter
But the world is cool, the brains of the people Mutyat -
The crowd itself goes under the yoke
When she gets only what is sold
And what is not for sale - shit!

And he played blues and wore steep ships
And she saved him from global Shiza
And in their dreams, old day from day
He dreamed of love - big and clean, like a sheet!

But if God is punishable, he takes away
And sculpts the brains
And the girl hurt
The goddess flew back on a beautiful car
And the musician plays - he honestly picks up
On bread and glass brandy
Without music, it is clear, the fringe goes back
And drinking is bitter

And he played blues and wore steep ships
And she saved him from global Shiza
And in their dreams, old day from day
He dreamed of love - big and clean, like a sheet!