Lyrics Кувалда - нажравшись вина, коньяку и водяры

Manning wine brandy and vodyara
You breathe out of your mouth at all fumes
Tongue braided, cotton feet
Autopilot on the road

You come home without remembering the way
It remains a bit to get to bed
Fell without undressing, on his bed
And then in zero gravity began to fly

Raise your head - swims all around
And to a throat the lump was already rolled
You jumped, staggering, and realized that no
Do not you have time to toilet

At the speed you rushed to the window
From there grub threw into the dark
Downstairs fresh air sniffed neighbor
He hung your ears on his ears

Pasta and soup, departing from the slingshot
Right on target, right on target.
Hit the target
Vomit-food climbs back
She's stuck in the nose
From vile vomit died Bon Scott
FORMER AC / DRI Singer