Текст песни elsahrprod. - вахтеры

you don't like smoke - to hell with it
he kills words, his head is spinning
already spreads the rumor around the yards
what's between us chivava

what to talk to you about, lost the thread
stop being not yourself and sleep at home
we cannot be measured by eye, but now
why are we pressing on the brake, not on the gas?

eternal question - why and why
I'm a little crazy, you are not yourself
and these nights in the Crimea - now to whom?
If I meet, then I will tell him

your squeaky voice, like an electric shock
that I'm drunk without wine is your fault.
now the country knows before dark
they will be informed about everything on FM-waves

I remember white wallpaper, black dishes
there are two of us in Khrushchev, who are we and where are we from?
push the curtains, coffee, buns freeze
Now explain to us, the watchmen, why am I so moved on it?

let's sit like this until morning
don't go, wait, but I have to go
and if there is only one exit ahead
why are we either cold or hot?

I'm tired of putting it in its place
and turn back - here we go again
touches melted my metal
you are element number five - neither give nor take

the game goes to the end this time
and you are still silent, I say
fifteen minutes left until morning
do not call, so I will catch and dump

let's try to hem everything, not stir
wash mobile numbers
and to leave without asking - no strength!
let's try to reassemble everything