Текст песни Владимир Шандриков - Как-то раз пьяный в две дуги...

Mood

Recorded live at the club

Once drunk in two arcs,
Brew to drink, I did not.
Reached out to the exploits -
I ran away from the women.

I remember the pits and potholes,
From his wife left,
The tavern at closing
Three hundred grams planted.

Increased mood,
That's what he wanted.
chuvikhi like me,
So I stuck to it.

It was chilly and cold,
Light rain drizzled.
We accidentally met her
At the taxi stand.

There were chances reduced
To meet her,
Well I like a woman
I dreamed a dream only.

But this beauty
With a cigarette in his mouth
I could not not like it,
I remember, I took even fear.

It remained to be presented
dashing gentleman
And trying to please,
I read her poems.

But the logic of love
I suggest nait:
With no bright feat
I'm here to catch necha!

And, as Shakespeare's Hamlet,
As I said, tenderly:
"You will excuse me, not in Kirov?
I'll catch a cab. "

As a child of the virgin,
She smiled.
At this time, midnight
Released bitch moon.

And by the light of flickering
At once the hiccups stopped.
Dear comrades!
I found my wife in it.

Blamed remains,
Hops left me ...
Before me smiling
Duska, my Baba!