Текст песни Юлия Лон-дон - Пиджак

my dear, you have long smoke tube
freeze when the door bell rings
Do not cling to the hands of the mother's skirt
I do not write poetry because it's not your strong point
and sets the compass instead of the north east
you, like everyone else, have someone to talk to after work
next to the house in a box sitting lonely dog
you're a little tired, I stopped throwing acuity
for you are now no jokes - all seriously
and you pray: & quot; but save us, Christ & quot;
and I remember your cheerful look
a mole on his right cheek and saucy laugh
and your eyes dark like chocolate
your head and hope for success
you are older. but was not the worst
you know, there are people who remember how
we're singing songs at the pier
red dress on me, on your jacket
you then was genuinely hilarious
I beg you, arise