Текст песни Головоломки - Геологическая

Am Dm7 Em7
Lost my tender muse
Flew away to distant lands
Where coconuts, pears and ginger grow
Well, I'm going to geologists in Siberia.

Time dragged on, there is no oil gas
Where is my muse happy, or not?
My friend and I kept warm with alcohol
Bored and sad for two men.

And the night lasted for a long time for the men
They poured white to spite the wolves
And I remembered my poems
Blood thumped into my temples.

And the friend sleeps peacefully and sees a dream
How he washed with his wife in the bathhouse
Well, I'm on the nerves of feelings over the edge
The friend is taking his wife to the barn.

My hands dropped then
Sleep my friend calmly grief doesn’t matter
Tomorrow at dawn, we will move on a long journey
Forget everything that I said to you!

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