Текст песни Сергей Бабкин - Алкоголизм

We were initially two
They passed the stage of drinking-bout
And then I was left alone
My friend in a drug with squirrel hit

I drink alone now and argue
What is alcohol invented for?
The horizon and the liver expand
And brings a headache

Chorus:
Alcoholism is not a joke
I want to get drunk terribly!
Alcoholism is not a joke
Zdrastte under the bed ducks

I climb like a rabbit on a boa constrictor
Directly to his mouth of fire
On myself I committed violence
Is it really the end?

Here it is - the peak of pleasure
The long-awaited hangover moment
Ahead of the carbon monoxide
All he dreamed of - reached

Chorus.

I do not care about the day yesterday
He in my opinion has already passed
Here I go staggering, and above arable land
Month of orange rose

All that will be tomorrow - will be tomorrow
Houses are still not waiting for me
I'll reach the finish line before the start
And in the ward to a friend will drive

Chorus.