Текст песни Обморок Имама - 200 кубиков агдама

Friends said - I went to booze
And the whole evening was with you
In general, drinking, and generally tight
And drunk was funny and sweaty
A morning headache
Nausea interferes with love

Two hundred cubes of Agdam
That's a lot or a little
To the November fog
Your warm enough
Crackers and chips of ash
It is a little or a lot
Somehow there was all ridiculous
And through grief
And through a little nostalgia

Cold air treats the body
A soul cure wine
And maybe even in this case
What you and I have long one

Such a lovely feeling
Approximations of heat
And can you still love
Me...

Two hundred cubes of Agdam
That's a lot or a little
To the November fog
Your warm enough
Crackers and chips of ash
It is a little or a lot
Somehow there was all ridiculous
And through grief
And through a little nostalgia

Friends say - I went to booze
That whole week to be with you
To drink, and generally tight
To be funny drunk and sweaty
That morning headache
Mixed sick with love

Two hundred cubes of Agdam
That's a lot or a little
To the November fog
Your warm enough
Crackers and chips of ash
It is a little or a lot
Somehow there was all ridiculous
And through grief
And through a little nostalgia