Текст песни 9-ый район - Чувство дурака

"Feelings of a fool"

I rode at night, the fog was a wall
I put pressure on the gas, as if it were not my own
I flew to you to say: "Farewell!"
The blood boil, do not be angry

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

Chorus:
When you stand at the window
And white, white hair of shock
Leave a trail
About the feelings of the first fools

To hell with evil, 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 stand and go quickly
I fell into a snowdrift from these rare words
To rise no strength, to go into your old home

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 firewood
And with an old boot we will make strong tea
Let's talk for the eyes so I'll say: "Farewell"

Chorus.