Текст песни Вероника Долина - Барабан

I chose the loudest drum
And beat him with all his might.
I beat him and cried over the years,
That he lived in silence, that he lived in silence.

I lived for a long time and did not hit anything.
Well, how did I survive and what did I see?
And so I bought myself a drum,
I drank a little and knocked it out fractionally!

And this pretty drum
It was green, so green.
And I thought I was a fool
In love with him, yes, in love.

I opened a booth at the fair.
Not a booth - so, a booth.
My circus offered only one number:
My drum! Me and my drum!

After all, life with you and me is a complete deception:
And you are a deceiver and I am a deceiver
So come, friends, into my booth
"My drum", where I am a booth.

I'm only afraid: if a hurricane
One night will blow my roof off
My drum beats too loud -
What if I don't hear a hurricane?
No, what if I don't hear a hurricane?