Текст песни Евгений Любимцев - В Магаданском ресторане

In Magadan restaurant
Again burn grate
And on the counter aunt Mans
Sheet throw men.

It must be heated beer,
And then another, ruff,
Exhale we left -
Corrects the soul.

A sand crunches in the lining,
Reviving the conversation,
It's okay, it's okay,
Soon fell to the resort.

Snuggle pivot,
Nose feeling the long ruble,
Hohotnёt that no such
And go to the third double.

Edge harsh prikolymsky,
A capital - Magadan,
Until then all very close,
Koli money suitcase.

A tapёr slightly out of tune,
Getting us out of time,
You did not touch it, dear,
He is talented - that's a fact.

And cognac goes for vodka
Warming throat us
A side with peas herring -
Half a kilo two hundred grams.

A restaurant in Magadan
Otogreemsya soul
Sheet riprap aunt Mans
What is to come again to you.