Текст песни Птаха a.k.a Зануда - монпасье.

I can’t forget our running around in circles,
Your tender, delicious and slightly warm lips
I drank a lot then and I cursed a lot,
Rolling our relationship with you like cotton wool.
I lived with another, thinking at night about you,
Bosota from Yakimanka forever on the thug wave,
Accustomed to drunk whores that round the morning
Spreads legs after a whisper in the ear.
Accustomed to someone else's hut, at some Vasya,
Burn like a candle to the ground in a party party,
At night, hear the voices that spirits bring me:
"Run to the light, away from this pack and bitch!"