Текст песни Доза Радости - Георгий Штирлиц

I have a good friend
I am not afraid to walk with him through the streets
He will always , by any chance trouble
Carry away into the clouds will not get lost
I have a personal dragon
By the name of Shtirlits sixteen
He comes to me on the balcony
If not fawn and open bolt

Gosh, I lit a hookah
Gosh We Dance
Come help yourself and sit down on the sofa
A smoke ? Well, of course a smoke (2 times)

Yes, my wise George with me always
When Jah smoldering in my hand
His fiery red beard
Crashes down on the floor in a steep dive
His wings birth prairie wind
We are familiar with it hundreds and thousands of years
He arrives in the head when the emptiness
On the table, two rockets and turned off the light

Gosh, I lit a hookah
Gosh We Dance
Come help yourself and sit down on the sofa
A smoke ? Well, of course a smoke (2 times)

George Shtirlits my personal air courier
We have flown with him every ski resort
Its runway is my shefoner
My apartment is its small airport
And we fly touching air pockets
We want to enjoy the open spaces of sleep
Leaving the bottom of the mud volcanoes
Believing that today come spring

Gosh, I lit a hookah
Gosh We Dance
Come help yourself and sit down on the sofa
A smoke ? Well, of course a smoke (2 times)