Текст песни Иваси - Инфляция любви

We were three pennies - money, if we have eight years
And in twenty years is not money - three rubles.
Over the years, all of us in the habit of logs on the ground
Oh, so cleverly arranged land.

After all, our favorite from the sixteen need only glance
He shines as a coin clean.
Instead of the three greasy ruble coin
We are not satisfied to twenty-five.

Novels and betrayal as in a strange dream,
Snout our irredeemable filthy at the end,
Through the darkness inconsistencies so hard to catch
Worst of disasters - inflation love.

Oh, my poor, long-suffering love,
You ungrateful we believe in vain,
Over the years, may each of our gentle words
become a habit, and the price of losing.

Would you believe the note from the notebook sheet,
Where instead of water marks a word?
For us, it is only a child a penny - the capital
A twenty-five Give us more!

The beating his head against the wall, we can not uzhel
Snout of our irredeemable filth wash?
Maybe I can finally stop
Worst of disasters - inflation love.