Текст песни Ростислав Чебыкин - Офисная мышка

From nine rustle at the keyboard
Our office mouse-norushka.
On the screen all accounts yes texture
Yes, on ICQ conversations with a girlfriend.

In the distance of some smoke, the Internet is hanging ...
I will regret the sysadmin, the cake treated.
Eh, and if you cauba with him?
Only my husband will not forgive - I also, I am Othello, damn.

There were years: kebabs yes bumps! ..
Yes, we were panned by other things ...
I call: "Well, take away from the extension."
Replies that again the consistent.

In the distance of some smoke, whether to slush and dirt ...
Sysadmin turned up, it was broken.
Eh, Martini or B Jin - I would drink so much!
But the figure is yes ...

Delivered before the beginning of the eighth.
Going to where - I did not decide.
What is everything in the world so stupid?
What is so unoperably fake?

In the distance of some smoke, gray yes glasses ...
The brothers Grimm about her fairy tales will not write.
Mouses office forgive the void of their longing
And a little silent.