Текст песни Миша Гейман - Хорошо сидели

Well sat
Many drank so longed!
In the morning I woke up,
From the pockets podostavali
Halves of the month
Half nedoduty jamb
A bit of land turns,
Or is it a bl # othodnyak be me?

So come pour!
I flew the soul of potholes to paradise
By curve Dorozhen'ka,
Straight to the freedom-svobodushke

Little hangover,
Fuck on different sides.
And behind us,
Oh, we rushed, but black crows!
They walked on the piece of land,
Ah, yes buried in the pockets of gold rings
Where would we not bore Mota,
Meeting on the spit at the mother's death

Yes, as the early spring,
Yes longing started up in blissful mind
Oh, you song-song!
Lace lapped at the bottom
And the clock is ticking
Turning moment in the golden sand,
But the trail was Loki, and behind it ran Rognarёk ...