Текст песни Юрий Богатенков - Кризис среднего возраста

The lads harness their horses,
Girls bend guys.
But I completely alone,
Where are you, my friend adrenaline?

Someone misunderstood genius.
Someone uncaught gay.
Mama, Mama, I shits
To live in this world of energetic people

Midlife crisis is knocking at my door.
And I'm on my kitchen utensils.
Sit down, Mom, I'll open

Many people like the wind.
I - a strange draft
I caught the tail of luck,
It makes no

At night I was tormented by the paper.
Where are you, my creative zeal?
In the dream, I came up with a great song
In the morning I woke up and forgot the song

Midlife crisis is knocking at my door.
My screwdriver, you Shaver
Who among us will win this battle?