Текст песни 2009 год - Пьяный музыкант

Middle of the night wake up choking,
Damn phone calls.
You break open the door of my soul,
And in his new locks crashed.
Drops falling into the sink sadly,
With drunken persistence ringer,
In the morning, leaving, washed its face,
As rain Tverskoy Boulevard dawn.
On the table, tore thread
Coral beads, broken hearts.
You seemed to me at night nymph,
Pot licking my face.
And in bags under the eyes black -
Since avidity cumulative pain,
What is comparable only with images
Exudes a love of the Lord.
Get out, tramp is not to be happy,
Look how the sun in the yard,
And the last day of Communion
I defined in the calendar.
Go away, you can not be betrothed
With those whom you love down.
By this life with nothing to do with us -
You and drunken musician.