Текст песни Игорь Зайц - Наливай на посошок

Pour one for the road - I have to go,
We will not be good as yesterday.
Soon the morning, and it is wiser,
Raspahni morning dawn window.

You'll understand when melted fog -
This night does not grow into a novel.
Kingdom lasting grief is predicting,
Like a line in the sand - this night.

        Tears dry, sorrow evaporate
        And hope will lay the cards in retreat.
        Nothing we have with you will not work -
        Too late, we met with you.

        You're quite availest my daughter.
        For those in the spring - all.
        I'm too old for victory not iron oxides hydroxides,
        Without the guitar to me the price - a copper penny.

This matchmaker - just touch for splitting -
Any Ptah cope snares.
No, I'm not belittling their prices.
Fly away, as long as the wings are intact.

        You're nothing more than a nice fellow traveler
        To the fork that is inscribed destiny.
        Nothing we have with you will not work -
        Too late, we met with you.

My destiny - Mount breaking anything,
Disadvantaged children hubbub shelter,
Utter falsehood of bed
And Dawn hungover trembling.

Difficult to hone in shackles me,
After alcoves more I changed the strings.
All you baby is good, but here's the problem -
For the love of my soul locked.

        And beyond the threshold - as if a bunch of rusty housekeeper -
        Autumn clanks rain on the pavement.
        Nothing we have with you will not work -
        Too late, we met with you.

Did you drop the head on the table,
Zero stubbornly multiplied by the hundred,
Are you bitter tears solish
And Rusk in his Sesame sulish.

All that can be had for the night to catch -
Crumpled bed and gypsy singing.
Pour one for the road - I have to go,
We will not be good as yesterday.

        Twisted leaves play & quot; tag & quot; learn
        You - in vents with zakushennoy lip.
        Nothing we have with you will not work -
        Too late, we met with you.