Текст песни Эсчевский - Букет с простудой

Slams the door , beats the dishes drunken whore
I am a again somewhere in the aloof from the of your fashionable clubs
Aching sound in your ears to spoil the morning
Make a face so that on the background you do not look stupid
I am half of you can not stand on the spirit of the so-
These are my verses , remember to learn a sniff
All that you love can take complex in circle
With whom something other all what will remain - a bouquet with colds
I will learn not to talk not a word
Not to know the stories that are the basis
I'm always here somewhere divide bitochik again
Turn off the monitor and the light of and 'll stay the house