Текст песни Гоген - Рубль

Can it be true , it was the time to this -
We dry the crackers .
Playing field kids ,
And we long to live .

Takes years , as water
Flock to the pond .
And we have long time to sleep ,
And we sit and drink .

Oh , if only his legs to thrust into the basin
With water hotter .
I love when he plays jazz,
But it would be better - cello .

Autumn rain wets the way ,
And squelching water .
And in my pocket ruble
A better if there were two .

The Chinese like to eat rice,
We love to drink wine .
And I still sing the encore ,
Although not sung for a long time .

With mangy wall flying bugs
And fall into our soup.
It lies in the arms of silence
The pocket ragged ruble.