Текст песни Центральный Гастроном - Новогодняя песня

New Year's song

Smoke flows from the pipe over the sky fog
I, sadness, look out the window, thinking that drunk

Outside the window, the landscape rot, the city is all in the mud
And my eyes are sick from the right nostril

The sky is gray frowning, it spoils the day of the day
He is the same as everyone, to another similar