Текст песни Бобры - Туман

Fog, fog creeps under your feet,
I disturb the reeds with oars,
and an airplane over the river.
but I don't care about the airplane,
I made a vow to myself long ago -
do not rise above the roofs.

slow and very fast
at the same time
in the clouds
i am sailing
whether in a dream, only in reality ...

The river is not wide, not deep
but it will surely fall
somewhere, I don't care
wine, your wine is to blame
dry the oars mon amo
it's time to go to the pub

slow and very fast
at the same time
in the clouds
i am sailing
whether in a dream, only in reality ...

tavern - people like in a zucchini of seeds,
and everyone is out of focus,
I guess I'm decently drunk ...
but I don't care about the state of affairs,
I made a vow to myself long ago -
to be drunk, if suddenly the fog ...