Текст песни Градус радости - Среда поэтов

We are back in February and I are already making plans
Everyone says that early move together sofas
We write about novels, paint cups
Tighten all faucets. Sushi restaurant eat

Me every ten minutes
Trying to change the ashtray
i do not smoke,
but I do not believe all

It was the last.
In a pack, and maybe in life
I will not pursue - I'll blackmailing
Hold on, damn ...

I came up with the world - I have it all clear
Only unattended is the second toothbrush
It's all like flowers from paper napkins
If the Kings can not, Doris pair of cells

Disconnected from the outlet, nastryapay little children
commit follies of the branches, whether in the end tag
All of what I'm writing is transformed into life
So hold on ... Damn ...

You're spoiled texts
Smiles, feminine look
And I can be near
You remember, I do not have to look for
I'm almost 19, and this is about 20
you toil - you're also one

The secret is simple comfort
Stand next to a full-length
Give bag, gloves, heart
And put me on the tram
there are no other ways to keep warm
February finally - May not

Such is life
Hold on, damn ...

 
And I threw
smoking, lying, sprayed
and you? promise not to fall in love?
Well, I'll try
It was briefly

Put out the last cigarette
So much among the poets