Текст песни 9-й район - След на чувстве дурака

Night drove on and I was a thick fog
I pressed on the gas, if not himself
I flew to you to say: & quot; good-bye! & Quot;
boil the blood, you'd better not be angry

And when he saw the light twelve miles
Light in your hut, and the engine suffered
How lousy horse, I drove sadness
And you also know that I will still come back

Chorus:

When you stand at the window |
And white mop of white hair | 2 times
Leave a mark |
On the feelings of the first fool |

The hell out of spite I opened the window
Cigarette smoke blows warm
In front of the star, and under it a star
No, I do not have the strength to go in there

But you opened the door, though do not believe your eyes
Said no studies Yes Come soon
I fell into the snow from these strong words
No power to climb, go to your old house

Chorus.

Now I'll rest, the spirit will translate
Zakushu drink, and then sing
And hold you right hand
Fattened you oh you, my God

In a glass of water does not walk until morning
I go out into the hall so bring firewood
And old boots blow up strong tea
Talk behind my back, and I'll say: & quot; Goodbye ... & quot;