Текст песни КАФЕ - Возраст

A nasty taste in a dried throat
The devil pulled to wake up so early.
And on the chair, someone’s tights
And a mug of tap water.
The sour smell of yesterday's smoke
Plaster in the wrinkles of cracks,
The rest passed by
Blues fan and women.

And the neighbors get dull with anger
Stimulating a hungry hiccup.
Can you visit someone?
No, I forgot - everyone has been at work for a long time.
I'll sit in a scratched bath
And twisting the telephone wire
Maybe Nastya, maybe Svetlana
I’ll call no matter what the occasion.

But the strings seem thicker, and the night party in a bummer,
Heck, I'm too young to feel like this old goat!
I squint from a bottle of beer, and no longer sing at the table.
Too young to feel like this old goat ...

Cigarettes with the name "North"
And the last clean shirt
And the damn Chinese player
He jammed two cassettes of Mike.
All that was not coming back,
S'est la vie we all walk under God ...
Alright, enough, otherwise it wakes up
The one that sleeps at my side.