Текст песни Сергей Чумаков - На Тверской

At home wandering boredom,
Not cleaned bed.
The recent separation starts rigmarole.
Go to Tver
Relieve depression, sadness.
Today, I run the risk -
Rope il medal.

And on Tverskaya and Tverskaya
House High City
And the smell of coffee witching
Tverskaya.
And on Tverskaya and Tverskaya
House High City
And the light metropolitan thieves
Tverskaya.

Good afternoon! How are you?
Your health-how?
On the table at Aunt
Chocolates and brandy.
And yellow bouquets
And the guests until the morning.
Well, what's my troubles!
What sort of melancholy!

And on Tverskaya and Tverskaya
House High City
And the smell of coffee witching
Tverskaya.
And on Tverskaya and Tverskaya
House High City
And the light metropolitan thieves
Tverskaya.

I sit on the sofa,
I sing funny songs.
"What a good boy!" -
In conclusion, after throw.
And Auntie, landlady
Pour one for the road
And he says: "Come-ka
Yet, once more! "

And on Tverskaya and Tverskaya
House High City
And the smell of coffee witching
Tverskaya.
And on Tverskaya and Tverskaya
House High City
And the light metropolitan thieves
Tverskaya.