Текст песни Один на Один - Гитар

Well to me, or worse,
Or am I disappointed in the whole
Or do I still have to FSUs **
And if the mind is going a complete madhouse
I see only one way out
In this his fate -
I take a six-Dame
And I start Laba on it.

He quarreled with his wife again
Small child again in the pants naklal
Some kind of crisis in the country
Spit on it!
It has long been a guitar in hand, I did not take
Why come up with drug-tiki
Why come up with bubu-thump
Why come up with the working days
I want to spend days on the guitar ...

Etc.
Fingers wiped the blood
Voice hoarse voiced my long time
Can I just
Maybe I picked up the bird flu?
No luck - the tomatoes with eggs at me fly
For my muzlo - people still want to kill me.

His favorite tool
Gently wipe the cloth silk
Play it
And cheholchik gently take away
In all some problems
What some people are steamed
And I do not care systems
I get stuck in my muzlo!

Etc.