Текст песни Чиж и ко - Крокодил

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The car carries me back on the lunar line,
   F C
And she was sitting behind the wheel in gasoline and in sorrow.
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I'm so tired, I look out the window and I want a beer,
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She sits her though that - a descendant of the crocodile.

Yesterday she told me it's time to put a full stop.
It would be a good idea to get hold of son or daughter.
Well, I do not mind to have children, to look at them I cute,
But I do not need God knows, the descendants of a crocodile.

She took the wine and took me somewhere
And I whispered: & quot; My dear, I am infinitely glad! & Quot;
She caressed my drunk and swam in the fog,
But it turned into a rubbish-worn Panama!

I still wanted to ask her: & quot; How do you this? & Quot;
But my tongue stuck to the brain, anticipating the taste of beer.