Текст песни Сатана Печёт Блины - Похмельный Синдром

when we parted friends
and light enters the house
it can not be avoided
comes the hangover

he is like a wild frantic storm
and you faint small raft
you ask " deductible
you he breaks the chips ? "

you can not be saved , alas
and you are ready to die
in the corridors of your head
howling mouths million

you swear by God that henceforth
never set foot in a bar or a glass in his mouth
but still you have to endure
this morning a year-long