Текст песни cover бумбокс - вахтерам

you don't like smoke - damn it
he kills the words head
already spreading rumors to the yards
that between us chuvauva
what to talk to you lost thread
not be yourself stop sleeping at home
we are not measured by the eye and now
Why do we press on the brake is not on gas
eternal question why yes why
I'm a little crazy you are not yourself
and these nights in the Crimea now to whom
if I meet then I will convey to him
squeaky your voice as an electric shock
that I booze without wine - your fault
Now the country will know before dark
they will be informed about everything on fm waves

I remember white wallpaper
black dishes
There are two of us in Khrushchev
who we are and where
from where
push the curtains
coffee buns get cold
explain to us now the watchmen
why am i shifted so

let's sit like this until the morning
don't go wait i have to go
and if one exit ahead
then why are we cold then heat
put in places I'm tired
r turn back well here again
touches melted my metal
you are number five
neither give nor take
Going to the final game this time
you're still silent, I'm talking
about fifteen minutes left until morning
do not call so word and dump
try to hem everything not to stir
mobile numbers to wash
and leave without asking no strength
let's try to reassemble everything

white wallpaper
black dishes
There are two of us in Khrushchev
who we are and where
from where
push the curtains
coffee buns get cold
explain to us now the watchmen
why am i shifted so

white wallpaper
black dishes

white wallpaper
black dishes
There are two of us in Khrushchev
who we are and where
from where
push the curtains
coffee buns get cold

explain to us now the watchmen
Why am I shifted so?