Текст песни Сатана Печёт Блины - Мимо нот

Pull on the contour of the legs
I am the matter of boots
And I'll go up the dust
To your favorite bar

I will drink a stack
I'll drink five
And perform on stage
Crawl under the roar of frustrated guitars

Past the notes, past the notes
Sounds make mouth
In this life, everything is so often past notes
People say what the hell
What a freak on stage
No fault of mine is my soul singing

The concert begins
Well, there are no spectators
Only the cleaning lady shows the fak

Anyway, we will burn
Stimulating bile in the throats
And the Beatles at first had it