Текст песни Яйца Фаберже - Ольга

Men are much more
Here the island of your desires
Tomorrow you will wake up in Poland,
Tomorrow I'll get drunk in Ryazan
Here is your summer crying,
Orange tears
Takes away mnya Cabby
Under drunken clouds.

Pr. Sticky tables,
Drunken brutes,
Bar,
Girl Olga,
Bring More
Roach and beer
The waitress laughs beautifully.
Sticky tables,
Flags on the wall,
Bar,
Girl Olga,
Bring More
Roach and beer aah ...

Here the air is much cleaner
In a smoky restaurant
Here the mountain I was not looking,
His drowned in a glass,
Again parallel thoughts
For information on how you and I dreamed of,
Change the record, Mr.,
I have not given an ashtray.

Pr.

Olga, dear Olga,
Take me home,
I'll read letters
One with which you are unfamiliar.
It is pie in the sky,
And you, as a bird in the hand,
Shoot more dress
Tomorrow we will go to marry.