Текст песни Я и друг мой Грузовик - Поправляюсь

Getting better
Nothing hurts me
And immediately for a few kilograms
i am correcting
I can talk now
I repaired myself without interruption in advertising
crumble
For thousands of small particles
And in compliments to all the ladies present

Make
The space around the boxes and junk
Do some exercises myself
Dazzle
All around illuminating a lantern
With your smile, your explanations

Brush
I didn’t suffer, she lives, well, it’s still true to develop a little
She didn’t write, unless she lies in other landscapes and still lifes
Needles
do not fit, the gramophone is silent
poke hands, face and smell of tar
sea
boils and seethes free zone
emotions that, oddly enough, you can’t hide
copies
gestures, gait, fate
drawings, details and diagrams in detail
ice embrace of winter
views on life and other conventions

Getting better
Can't stand it anymore
Ongoing care, supervision, control
Getting better
I will not lose weight anymore
And take a deep breath
Such is my will