Текст песни Гелиот Белосвет - Веселая песенка московского менеджера

Ran somewhere yellow taxis
In the dense flow of exhaust gases
Stand a prostitute home
They have no holidays or weekends

Oh, you toiler! My rock!
You do not know the rewards of labor!
I had not seen each other for over a year -
In tonsils with him in the work, as you do.

And I would not say that life is nasty work,
Although I tied to my leg chair ...
In the flash scenes revelations of John,
But Ragnarok is not a reason to take a day off;)

I am at work, my friends, do not miss
Labour not declare quarantine,
But again drink another cup of tea
It does not issue minute, because that's a pancake!

Throughout the day, I have somewhere
And if you're there, then ... call!