Текст песни облако ада - прощай, оружие

Suspicious figure
Appeared from around the corner.
Some fool gave a smile:
I tried it on - it didn't fit.

These little Miss Joy
A spring swarm swirls here.
Wow, hello-face,
This is really the same hero.

I even tried to close my eyes
I could not believe my eyes:
The one with whom we were raised by "Street
Sesame".

We're twenty years apart
As if there was no and no.
Hiding hands in trouser pockets
My friend took a closer look at me.

We went to a concert cafe.
I remember how he bought us
Chebureks and for dessert
Battle "Baltika" and "Baikal".

I licked him like a puppy.
He splashes - I grab a glass.
He joked about the past day:
"The day is excellent, the sick leave was extended, I slept."

"I am your cabin boy, you are my captain.
God is with us and St. Andrew's flag. "
"I'll write a dictation the next day!"
He joked at me: "All the best!"

Mikhail Krug in the glove compartment.
A spider clung to his robe.
There are good memories
About mine and his punctuation.

Chased me away with pissing rags,
When he was clever or bullish.
He quoted in quotation marks - "paws",
And I used to quote "Christmas trees".

Walked in the morning, apparently drunk.
Maybe he even swallowed too much.
I limped without stopping
Only slightly nodded.

I confused hospitality with indifference.
Our friendship is still alive.
He read to me "Farewell to Arms!":
"Book one, third chapter".