Текст песни Анатолий Зазнобкин - Песня о психологической несовместимости

And here again we did not fit into the stream,
Ram and board the dawn early hour,
And the water I paddle on a new tailoring.
Where are you rowing? I'm shouted: & quot; Tabani! & Quot ;.

And let the already completed thousands of miles,
But again, I'm in a fog threshold catch.
And it seems we are waiting again capsizing
And his feet will not help the steering wheel.

Well you bragged about the women - well you like a bull.
Row same infection, because there is not a parade.
A ragged apron does not hold water -
Once again we scored four buckets.

I could choose from different guys,
We're getting along with you, like a swan, and cancer,
Or spies sent you?
I again clear: you're a coward or a foe?

Now, all is quiet - no oars rowed
On the nose ridge - crocodile jaws.
Yet the calm is not necessary to water
Perhaps life jacket will not allow the gulf.

Strike! .. And could not stand the old frame.
Strike! .. Covering baffle wave.
And if we stay alive now,
According to the new river, I do not go with you.