Текст песни Учитель Ботаники - Навеселе...

Drunk, a little drunk
I caress my chest, and I'm stubborn.
My sun is darker than the clouds.
Feel free to walk through the puddles
Be lucky.

My song is sung, yes!
The thread is an old woman-fate.
Passion raspberry, away!
Wooden again daughter.

Frightened weakness.
The unfinished story.
Glory to Siberia, play!
Teach in advance.
Lock with a folding hand.
Traffic. Flesh.

Ears of rye ...

She seemed to be alone and not alone.
Yes, this is the door, but how much heat is behind it?
The prologue is broken, the battle is against.
The children of evil are full.

This is bullshit. I hate it!
This is nonsense, the word of the stomach.
This is nonsense, let me get drunk.
This is bullshit...

Drunk, a little drunk
I caress my chest, and I'm stubborn.
My sun is darker than the clouds.
Feel free to walk through the puddles
Be lucky.