Текст песни Алексей Горшенев - Грубым дается радость

Coarse given joy,
Provides gentle sadness .
I do not need anything ,
I 'm sorry no one .

I feel sorry for a bit ,
Sorry for stray dogs
This direct route
Led me to the pub .

Well you swear , the devil?
Or I am not the son of the country?
Each of us has pledged
Over a glass of his pants .

Dull look at the window ,
At the heart of longing and heat .
Rolling in the sun izmoknuv ,
The street in front of me .

The street boy snotty .
Roasted and air dry.
Such a happy boy
And picking his nose.

To pick, to pick, my dear,
Sui there finger the whole ,
Only here with eftoy force
In his life do not go .

I'm really ready ... I shy ...
Look at the bottles host!
I collect corks -
Plugging my soul .

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