Текст песни Клара Румянцева - Будем делать всем назло вид, что крупно повезло

On this day, octopus
He got up on the wrong foot,
And the fire could not
To pay the debt,
Not at his best in the morning
Today was a boxer,
A singer fell ill
And sneeze at all!

Why are not we lucky?
Someone tell me,
Who will understand?
Why are we so long ago
Things are not going my way...
We will do all the luck
The kind that lucky
And then we still
You're lucky!

The poor cat did not grab
Night sky with stars,
And not without reason cat
Pull all the tail,
Bull by the horns to us
Take the time to friend,
But while the cloud,
And dark around.

Why are not we lucky?
Someone tell me,
Who will understand?
Why are we so long ago
Things are not going my way...
We will do all the luck
The kind that lucky
And then we still
You're lucky!

He gave the poet to dinner
Fable nightingale
A fakir warmed
On the breast a snake,
And nowhere Makar
I do not chase the calves,
Pours water off a duck -
Everything is out of tune!

Why are not we lucky?
Someone tell me,
Who will understand?
Why are we so long ago
Things are not going my way...
We will do all the luck
The kind that lucky
And then we still
You're lucky!

We will do all the luck
View that lucky
And then we still lucky!