Текст песни Dm7 - Пророчество

Yesterday I told the story,
What is not terrible alcoholism.
I looked at them, all salted,
Living the life of an encore,
I looked them in the eyes tired,
They filled the tobacco smoke,
They do not care that I painted,
If only I would have been young.
Well, they had to show a passport.
Seeing genuine delight,
I looked at the pattern on the tablecloth,
How do crossword puzzles,
What then - I remember very bad,
We smoked together on the porch,
He told me - & quot; Diman, fuck everything & quot ;.
I read on his face
Disagreement with etoyu phrase
I asked him right.
Guessed. On the paper it is written,
What's it for forty-two.
I went down. Severe storms,
I could not walk a straight line.
Lights seemed to me a pitchfork,
A tram - a lonely owl.
Stumbling, I thought about the work
And it's time to quit drinking.
At this point the prophecy
Ceased to speak to me.