Текст песни Nemtzov - Селезёнка

I stuck the old patch on a new wound,
With such a look, as if on purpose.
Tomato seeds in the yard are not sown.
Maybe all of this is sickening?

I remember sitting at the table and wine,
Arbat walks patterns.
No, it’s clear without the formation of a hedgehog,
That all this is a prophet of gossips.

Then we came up, and he - come on
Reveal your poem.
It turned out he got my
But to kiss his feet ...

And there was about a guy, and there was about a lady
About how they break up.
But all this did not happen in vain,
A young man grew up in barda - se la vi.

And I sit like this and drink like that, but I suddenly feel -
Invariably and evenly stabs in the side.
Ha! I thought, because of the separation - I’m sad
And just - the spleen flew into the pipe.