Текст песни Леша Константинов - и нет больше спирта в аптечке...

And there is more alcohol in the medicine cabinet
Another winter, the same cold
I melted in the house stove
Cut off the telephone line cord
Forgot how rhymes wait
Sitting at five o'clock in the kitchen
By stool rooted
Need to catch some sleep
If only the color of your dreams
blond hair
And until that morning to share as tablets
to one
Do not choke
know
Now it is no one to go in exploration
all the more so
crapulence
22 January 14