Текст песни 9-й район - След на чувстве дурака

I rode at night, the fog was a wall
And I put pressure on the gas, as if not myself
I flew to you to say: "Good-bye!"
The blood boiled, do not be angry

And after seeing the light for twelve versts
The light in your hut, and the motor
Like a beautiful horse, driving away sadness
And you knew that I would return anyway.

Chorus:

When you stand at the window |
And white, white hair of shock | 2 times
Will leave a trace |
On the feeling of the first fool |

To hell with luck, I opened the window
Smoke from cigarettes carried away heat
Ahead is a star, and under it is a hut
No, I do not have enough strength to enter there

But you opened the door, though you can not believe your eyes.
Said, do not step yourself and go quickly
I fell into a snowdrift from these strong words
To rise no strength, go to your old house

Chorus.

Now I will rest, I will translate the spirit
I'll drink a snack, and then I'll sing.
And I will embrace you with a strong hand
You've grown fat, oh, my God.

In a glass we do not walk until the morning
I'll go out into the porch and bring some firewood.
And with an old boot we will make strong tea
Let's talk for eyes, and I'll say: "Farewell ..."