Текст песни Сатана Печёт Блины - Неоконченный блюз для беспечной любви

Until only a week wages

And when I get it
I'll buy a box of the Baltic trio
And throw a stone in your window
We drink and smoke cigarettes
And in the entrance so cold, but
You warmed my hands
And you and I already do not care what

We are at the lowest level of all
social ladder

The souls of the heat, though trembling at the knees

The glass coldest month

And we hold hands, cold, sticky

Will drop a tear from the cheek
I wipe it