Текст песни Иван Ильин - Простуженный Блюз

It's raining, I have a cold
I limp home in the puddles
And you, too, are all in snot again.
I don't need much for happiness,
And you're waiting under the covers
We will distribute ARI together.

You blow your nose, you turn away
I will sneeze and you will wake up -
This is our cold blues.
I have thirty seven and nine
Baby, I'll keep you warm.
At night I am treated by you.

We'll self-medicate
Our new attraction
And we only need a bed.
After all, bed rest is useful
And I'll be so kind -
I will help you observe it.

You blow your nose, you turn away
I will sneeze and you will wake up -
This is our cold blues.
I have thirty eight and nine
Baby, I'll keep you warm.
At night I am treated by you.

You blow your nose, you turn away
I will sneeze and you will wake up -
This is our cold blues.
I have thirty nine and nine
Baby, I'll keep you warm.
At night I am treated by you.

All the syrups and pills
Drops, sprays and pipettes
I threw it in the trash!
I have thirty six and six
This tool is simply lovely!
You cured me.