Текст песни Сергей Любавин - Сон

Good sleep scared, old man,
Where I keep shaking hands with my mother,
And the cranes send a farewell click
Siberian zones and camps.
The soul undressed, went to the tavern,
And my heart hurts all about you
Yes, how our dad drank a Siberian,
It still stinks from me
Cheerful women, like a handful of pebbles,
The Lord has thrown into my fate,
And if I hit, I hit straight to the bone
And if I drink, I drink so hard

Losing.

Moscow tavern, not involuntarily
I'll tell you everything as it is, about myself,
How alcohol ruins my soul
And how difficult it is to live here without loving.
And how my songs walk across Russia -
Barefoot girls-brides
How can I not sing this in pubs,
She often cries and rarely laughs.
The cranes have already wept,
And broken ice comes down the Ob.
It's not time for me to loop yet:
The living soul is still singing.