Текст песни Grisha Urgant - Артур,помоги

Flew over the river
From the height of my mother's hand.
You will hug him for his oil rigs.
He will take you to Moscow,
He will dispel your longing
He'll give you a suit with an Olympic bear on your chest.

Arthur, help me forget, Arthur, the taste of crude oil in my mouth.
Arthur, help me forget, Arthur, help me forget about me, about me.

Astronauts on the moon
Why can't I sleep?
I want to dissolve a familiar profile in wine,
And you, of course, are far away with your thin hand,
You pour milk into Arthur's coffee.

Arthur, help me forget, Arthur, the taste of crude oil in my mouth.
Arthur, help me forget, Arthur, help me forget about me, about me.