Текст песни Жабенок дмитрий - Старушечьей украдкой

old woman stole
With young power
insomnia hit
In my already sick neck
Not the news that he was drunk
What house is filled with a crowd of naughty
I'm a poet who bully
I am trying to make friends with the head
I try , in the future, I do not look for answers
With both wet dead leaves barefoot
My way to you in the long cigarette
Another will leave for later
Do not comfort me , I beg , do not
Although I know that I do not regret
I comfort pour into a glass with lipstick
And lie on the ground , with you or without you