Текст песни Каталог - Песенка про гостей

The chair came to my house,
Lonely and lame.
He knocked lightly
And he said softly:
& quot; I am now something is not himself & quot ;.
He told me that,
What suffers from stomach
And its last breath,
And my son writes.
I went and bought him a loaf.

And then came the watchdog -
The third day without cigarettes.
Barbosa regretted,
He took out a cigarette
And he said: & quot; lights up, Watchdog & quot ;.
I let Barbosa's house -
We chat about empty.
Was watchdog once
Good dog,
And then he waved his tail at all.

He looked from distant countries
Unfortunate Ocean.
He dabbled in the shower,
I climb into my soul,
And then I got into my glass.
He insisted that the old,
What was out of work,
He was seething with anger -
I said: & quot; Come on! & Quot ;,
I smoothed it as failed.

Then came trouble -
It happens sometimes.
I have it, I swear,
It was a bit sorry -
I hold her, not without difficulty.
Son caught me off guard.
I lay down, I was so tired.
Maybe someone and after
I come to visit us,
I can not say - I was fast asleep.


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