Текст песни Григорий Войнер - Что похуже напотом

(music by L. Fedorov, D. Ozersky's station)

And on his knees lay his hand
 And on his hand a plantain snake
 He was looking for his beloved on the way
 And was pleased with himself

 What is worse is for later!
 What's worse is, on, on ...

 And on his knees the cold was cold
 He thought he was thinking about her
 She paints crosses on the walls,
 And what would you invent?

 What is worse is for later!
 What's worse is, on, on ...

 And on his knees lay a snake
 He was so afraid that he even loved,
 But he lived like this,
 He lived like that, he lived like that,

 What is worse is for later!
 What's worse is, on, on ...

 Flying blizzards and it was all over,
 Fell, but was there something else?
 Fell, forgot that as night she ...
 He was so afraid, he was so afraid!
 He was so afraid and paid for everything!