Текст песни ДДТ - За 50 копеек

For 50 cents a half hour
I ate sweet buffets abroad.
For 50 cents, they saw the miracles,
I behaved quite decently.

For 50 cents a half hour ...
Hours, hours, hours ...

I was dressed as he shot from the abdomen
And the songs he sang all the familiar voice.
I was like, withered for me That,
And we slept on the Cote d'.

For 50 cents a half hour, an hour.

I climbed above the clouds,
Where villains ruthlessly killed.
I swim in the ocean dimes,
... As he was, I did not pale.

For 50 cents a half hour ...
Hours, hours, hours ...

But the dream has passed, vanished wonders
There was only candy wrappers.
For 50 cents a half hour
I ate it and re-purchased tickets.

For 50 cents a half hour ...
Hours, hours, hours ...