Текст песни Павел Фахртдинов - Я помолюсь на окна

Between the volumes of stories,
Walls, ceiling , flooring,
Lord, in this house
None of your portrait.

Hats Gvozdin rusht only
Everyone on the conscience drove
If you do not mind,
I will pray for windows

Lord, in the smoke
Looking for love less and less
If you do not need me ,
I have something you why ?

Wisdom is not checked,
Dirty, rumpled clothes ,
And none of the women
Do not turn

Both during exile ,
Costumed in a lie gink
Even while his son
Forces still not enough

And live - Gad -
Fat, clumsy, a cold -
If you do not leave ,
So , whatever is needed

In fleas dog shabby ,
In his own carelessness ,
Maybe I was helpful
I will be in your household ?

Concha you this torment
Or replace the other .
If you do not give me a hand ,
So even beckoned with his hand .

Though of beer packaging ,
At least for the cat litter ,
Even the old shoe ,
Even nail in the shoe ,

Just one of the clips,
Leaves the fate of holding ,
I still oh so strong !
Just ask humbly :

You delish or multiply ,
Mucha knuckles accounts
Of course, if you can,
God, do not be prudent .

If in your basket
What else is left -
Lord, give me strength ;
Lord, give me a weakness.

Between the volumes of stories,
None of your portrait
If you do not mind,
I will pray for windows