Текст песни Трофим - МОЯ ЖЕНА

My wife went to study as the chief accountant,
To take a lot and seriously from this life.
And my filthy life began,
Wherever you go, one continuous question.
I stand in the kitchen like a king on a scaffold
I take off the green onions with my fingers.
Yes, I would be in hard labor and then I would not work like that,
And here I don't feel any legs or hands.

Deciding to stuff your art in the oven
Otherwise, you won't eat this stuff at all.
And heating like in a tank from heels to crown,
Ultimately gnawing at the charred kulesh.
My health sank and fell
I flickered like a candle and went out.
The other day my wife did not recognize me in bed,
Then, sniffing, she recognized her own spirit.

I learned how to handle a vacuum cleaner -
He dashingly squeezes out wet laundry.
I bake pancakes and toasts with an iron,
But what to do, life takes its toll.
And in order not to risk the remaining health,
I will crawl to the neighbor Claudia.
Even if she looks like a bulldozer -
But her economy is fair in everything.