Текст песни Сергей Ялтан - Похмелье

"Hangover"

One morning at dawn
When children are asked to teat
I rose from Budun
the moon back to sleep.

First thing in the fridge
Not even rang Service
Soon the sun will return
I have to get sober.

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A tube burn - hangover
And where are you my old sorcerer
You conjure me a bottle of vodka
Kvas and a piece of herring.
You conjure me a bottle of vodka
Kvas and a piece of herring.

Refrigerator open
What I do not know
Empty out there, and I suck
All lapped there is a cow.

If only there is something left
I have inside fatigue
Soul b gave one hundred grams
I would not chasing roaches.

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I'm at the table - and everything is empty
On the plate a cabbage
The first ray of cabbage strokes
Cockroach in my glass shits.

Hands jumping, they are shaking
Outside, the trees bend
Head explode
If vodka is not there.

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Cigarette pack blank
Well, there must be a nest egg
I drop by drop from the bottle
And hand on his head.

Well, a lot of packaging
Not terrible blows of fate
Drop by drop - that's a glass
I failed my idea.

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