Текст песни Жабенок дмитрий - Неудержимо рвется кверху

Irresistibly torn up
vulgar dreamer
With the crowd desires to avoid guilt
Perhaps I'll hold the horses, in no hurry, and not the way
After all, home is waiting for a sick wife's head

As never before, not so blew the spirit of freedom
What broke those minutes that strong I
there would be only a matter of any simpleton
He came up with his name without smoke and fire

Do not I agree with them in many ways
While I firmly believe that I should save
All avant-garde events, leading along the roads
And even then, when throwing to write and drink

Let the evening he will build my plans
Let the hits below the belt, crouches lesson
Winter need to lick their wounds
To sing in karaoke, random and past rows