Текст песни пётр мамонов - Бутылка водки

Value zavidet your posture,
I knew how to love.
Value zavidet steep sides,
He knew and saw my will.
A bottle of vodka! A bottle of vodka!

A bottle of vodka, you were so tender,
Transparent elegant and gently bright.
To you involuntarily he pulled his hands,
Writhing in pain and love of flour.
A bottle of vodka! A bottle of vodka!

Quietly put his hand on the throat of a tender -
You lie down easily in the hand and dutifully
And weak fingers on the tab
I take and tore the innocent cap
With a bottle of vodka! With a bottle of vodka!

Wearily you breathe and barely flowed
But you loved me to the bottom.
Nails I glared at your hips,
You asked, and it twisted: & quot; Repeat! & Quot;
A bottle of vodka! A bottle of vodka!

When you are emptied, it flew under the table.
I next went to the dirty floor.
Empty you I always betrayed,
Empty your money changed.
A bottle of vodka! A bottle of vodka!

Why, why did you leave me?
I lie and wait - for two hours.
The time has come, but you're nowhere.
I take off my bike off the wall.
I deduce the courtyard old bike.
I take off my bike off the wall.
A bottle of vodka! A bottle of vodka!