Текст песни Sizikov Roman - Я с гитарой со своей в ссоре

I'm with the guitar with his quarrel

I'm with the guitar with his quarrel.
I was under the rain, it got wet.
And play is not playing in the mountain,
All suffered, yah Do endure so much.

Chorus:
I'm running wild, I went not shaved,
I tape killing thirst.
You waited, and I do not care,
You waited, and I do not care.

I'm drunk, chased muse,
What I was trying to pull the light.
I pop drowned in the cold,
With no answers filled the muse.

Chorus.

And friends I poured all the better.
Sing shouted podpoit, we are not difficult.
I was throwing right chords in their ears,
And without a muse deeper and it is not possible.

Chorus.

Spring 2002