Текст песни Джем - Бубенчики

The bubber bubbles were spanned
That that house without doors
You said you do not have time
I then smiled: "Pour!"

And like loops of stretched strings
And not all to us, brother, equal
This vodka flows from hand
And what there is, to hell, wine

Scattered me on my own
You put out the lights again
I have nowhere anywhere
In the window, autumn knocks: "Help!"

Sharp flute ovebr
Cry, I do not know how, sorry
I will never give you away to somebody
Even if you have to go

This beads face dust
This stars burned down
You said: "Not a fairy tale, and being"
Silent you could not

I drank and dry to the bottom
I could neither lie or roll
Who demanded there more wine
I'll have to sleep sober

... "In your vodka, the port is not detected" ...