Текст песни Сергей Чумаков - На Тверской

He wanders around the house bored,
Not cleaned bed.
The recent separation starts rigmarole.
I go in Tver
Relieve depression, sadness.
Today, I run the risk -
Rope il medal.

But on Tverskaya and Tverskaya
Home High City
And the smell of coffee witchcraft
On Tverskaya.
But on Tverskaya and Tverskaya
Home High City
And the light metropolitan thieves
On Tverskaya.

Good afternoon! How are you?
Your health-how?
On the table at Aunt
Candy and cognac.
And yellow bouquets
And the guests until the morning.
Well, what's my troubles!
What is there the blues!

But on Tverskaya and Tverskaya
Home High City
And the smell of coffee witchcraft
On Tverskaya.
But on Tverskaya and Tverskaya
Home High City
And the light metropolitan thieves
On Tverskaya.

I'll sit on the sofa,
I sing funny songs.
& quot; What a good boy! & quot; -
Saying goodbye, rushed after.
And Auntie-hostess
Pour one for the road
And he says: & quot; Come-ka
Still, one more time! & Quot;

But on Tverskaya and Tverskaya
Home High City
And the smell of coffee witchcraft
On Tverskaya.
But on Tverskaya and Tverskaya
Home High City
And the light metropolitan thieves
On Tverskaya.