Текст песни Денисов Александр - Бубновый туз

Rubbing alcohol into my eyes at night
In languor I do not cry with tears,
After all, a real tear
Only with averted eyes.

And I just wanted to surprise
I wanted to spill something new.
Poems, fool, bottle - fuck
How did you get this one?

Yes, I am like this. All of myself.
I go and spit anywhere.
To whom, like a knife in the back, sore,
Someone just "ugh" in the slurp.

And the heart does not hurt with tenderness,
That I am a poet - a servant of the people,
Because my people are of this kind -
Licking drunk with a toilet.

And how the makruha ends
Embracing me with a raw hand
With a smile, he whispers in my ear
Mental reality:

"Comrade! Be careful
Wasting the liver
Relative understanding -
Human sobriety.

Do not be surprised that
That you are not considered.
They don't go to someone else's happiness,
We flock to him. "

Kisses on the cheek, a carefree look.
How not to lose yourself?
The ace of diamonds is guaranteed to me.
Poems, fool, bottle-whore.