Текст песни Бумбокс - На восьмом этаже

I would gin, I would then not entangled in the wires
Straight from the Crimea along the Dnipro have pulled Karadag
Before the salary for the week would not be stranded
Queen and Princess in love with me, yeah.
Tru bottles, cans, cups, jars, too labor
Gin hide under my pillow, fetch the morning
Here then we have done cases, it was then used lit
All cases pootmenyat, because I ...

Chorus:
On the eighth floor - party in the Nude
On the seventh floor - the neighbors are already asleep
On the ninth floor - the bears and Faberge
The floor above - riot police on the roof.

All boys suits three, butterflies, tube
The young ladies all mini skirts, slim bluzochki
The aircraft landed surfaced podlodochki
In vogue again include rose-colored glasses.
On the state order is not a small impala from Chevrolet
Warming comes specifically in February
A locomotive with the rail does not go, do not sink ships
All cases pootmenyat, because I ...

Chorus.

With the gin we nadzhemovali jazz on a pound
With him to me, though not immediately, but certainly lucky
Here then we have done cases, it was then used lit
All cases pootmenyal, because I ...

Chorus.

On the seventh floor - woke up already
On the ninth floor - the bears and Faberge
The floor above - riot police on the roof.