Текст песни Сергей Трофимов - Эх, родная

I gave you flowers yesterday
Hoping for a family idyll.
And you blurted out to me from the doorway,
That in vain I changed my maiden name,
That our budget runs at the seam
From your unscheduled shopping
And I thought - how do I live
With such incessant dope.

Chorus:
Eh, would you be different, dear,
At least a little different
I would not sit for a cup of tea
The neighbor is young.

You complain about the eccentric life
That I am bypassing you
For this, my unhappy organism
You torment, I apologize, with abstinence.
Being a husband is not an easy craft -
It's just a pity, I figured it out late.
And if I'm lucky with you,
Then the cut was not entirely successful.

Chorus

And my neighbor is pouring tea for me
And treats you with homemade pastries,
And he tells me, as if by chance,
That our meetings are not trivial at all
That I look awake,
What if she was a spouse,
In short, everything speaks as it should,
And I sit to myself and think bitterly.