Текст песни Валера Платонов - В который раз зарок даем, что с понедельника не пьем

Again morning , morning again , again the day
On the table is not dopit port
On the table is and beckons us to his
In my head as if the bell rings

Once again we give a vow ,
That Monday do not drink .
And so it goes , day after day , day after day .
And wither a cactus on the window,
We are looking for the truth in wine
And we are confident that we will find it .

Again morning , morning again , again suddenly
Under the table is my best friend .
It lies in lipstick , ash and dust
Around the apartment like mammoths gone.

Once again we give a vow ,
That Monday do not drink .
And so it goes , day after day , day after day .
And wither a cactus on the window,
We are looking for the truth in wine
And we are confident that we will find it .