Текст песни Григорий Тарасенко - Скатерть

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Opened the door
in the apartment
and saw such a picture:
Guys drink from the barrel of Portwine
As in the medieval restaurant.

I'm interested in: "Who are you?" -
Prihuev, respectively, the case.
- Come on, be at home, -
Answer - we are bored! I,
not withstanding the arrogance of the tone,

Stood in pose
Duelizing Aramis,
Hinting on a duel. Call
not brought benefit
But he honored a surprise:

- What to arrange dancing,
Would drink a portway!
Mock
Gady! I strain boschku
And appreciated the chances.

"Pour!" -
I say. And what was me
do? - lack of choice ...
A little later - right on the tablecloth
Mneu rushed ...

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