Текст песни АРТ АКОПОВ - ГРИПП

Neither
Ill. What is lucky
Flu pascuda all proleze
His bacilli me is gent
My body with easy trivorzhat
And here is half a day without a fluid flu attack my guts
What am I Raskin?
Well flu?
Here is nonsense
After all, I have immunity stronger than thousands of pharmacies
It is impossible to root artecechik
But Kohl will happen
I will not be treated
I do not want to shove in the stomach of real chemists. Calculation
All analgins. Ospirina
And the rest of Barbiturat
I will not chase
I got sick and treated
God gave God to took
I'm sure you need to understand
Such things your mother
And if God is not needed
Walk in life you are cut
Prepare medicine you for dinner
For breakfast preparation tablets
And do not forget to say a neighbor
AT LUNCH
Let him go to a couple of pharmacies
There on shop windows
Health lies without interference
One on all
Says advertising picture
Like in the egg at Lukomory
I do not wish people grief
Utopim all diseases in the sea
Let eat salty water
My sinful years
Disease medicine for us from death
Disease of the payroll
You believe
Nature mother invented
What kids save summer
But we never appreciate
Parental care
We are waiting for trouble
Open Doors
AND THEN
Call for help to blame
And begin to live seriously
But often very late
But you do not lose hope
After all, it may happen
We will all be treated
Wear only love
And maybe only for Spartak
And I don't klyan my share
Thanks for the Lord at least so