Текст песни Рома Булгаков - 100кг

I thought lying on the desk
And it's not so bad here
It is very pleasant to sleep on the desk
Not feeling my cotton feet

The head lies a hundred kg on the hand
And the hand is not very pleasant
The forearm is not very pleasant
But the head is very pleasant

You always sit down for the last
When asked, you give the last
Ice blows from the window and you won't
Take bed linen from home

So wrap yourself up with your head
Dive into terry sleeves
Why go back to bed home
In a jacket on the back one all over the world

The head lies a hundred kg on the hand
And the hand is not very pleasant
The forearm is not very pleasant
But the head is very pleasant

Sprinkle to the sweet sound of the flute
You close your tired eyes
Reflexively looking for support for yourself
For bone forehead and arched neck

Breathing slows down
The temperature is dropping
I follow absurd thoughts
Literature without letters

If you decide to disturb the peace
Worry more carefully with your hand
Better not, understand
Take it and sleep next to it

The head lies a hundred kg on the hand
And the hand is not very pleasant
The forearm is not very pleasant
But the head is very pleasant