Текст песни Виктор Васильев - Порос щетиной

Poros of bristles, thoughts mold,
Circling on the car through the night city.
Is it sad?
Not.
Yes, and not fun.
Go to the familiar side.
Familiar route to nausea little,
Dozens of cars - the same number
She can be seen with him, exclusively, strictly,
More precisely, he has it, in that house.

And under the seat, the old PM is lying
And to shoot! Desire to zero ...
Meet ...
They just meet ...
You do not climb towards them, I have already expected.
Inhaling smoke under its windows
Horon dreams as superfluous.
And the eyes of the sweat, blooming
The emptiness sheltered the highest.

Whether it's tomorrow, sunny!
It will become a little easier, less lead,
In the heart, they were filled
Since the beginning of history and to the end.