Текст песни Олегович - Ты сегодня не со мной

Like drunken guitar broke the silence
In the face beat drums, somewhere vomited string
It is a pity that I do not know where I was for four days
It is a pity that there was not a pocket ruble

I love this sweet life
Promises, hopes, dreams
With live far from land
Suppose that we are bogged down in business and debt
Just past the clouds float
So like ships

I wanted to batten down the hatches, barely breathing hide
But in my pocket and rustling glitches sheburshatsya
And in my pocket while bit between their teeth
And in my pocket muse - pens, ass, two wings

I love this sweet life
Promises, hopes, dreams
With live far from land
Suppose that we are bogged down in business and debt
Just past the clouds float
So like ships

I declare this is fucking blue sky
I declare this time fucking gold
I declare the sale of all songs and poems
I declare that song a huge hit gold

I love this sweet life
Promises, hopes, dreams
With live far from land
Suppose that we are bogged down in business and debt
Just past the clouds float
So like ships ...