Текст песни Сатана Печёт Блины - Два по сто

I went to this bar
just drink two hundred
who knows
that inside of me waiting

private dances
pistachios free
and cheap alcohol

I want to stay here
do not come back
but go home

home waiting for his wife and child
and a cold soup
a drop of coffee on oilcloth
rain outside the window

a drunken night on the couch
and sex on duty
Kohl Basque screen
and Grigory Leps

it's already night
I wear down jacket
and away from home
a wife scream

I returned to the bar
I sat down at the piano bar stool
and the bartender guessed
Pouring two hundred

home waiting for his wife salary
and once again the scandal
where have you been bitch
I was up all night booze

my life is just a chain of errors
you link it
for advertising the company Reebok
I go out of the window