Текст песни Майк Науменко - Пригородный Блюз

Suburban Blues

I'm sitting in the outhouse and read & quot; Rolling Stones & quot ;,
Venechka kitchen dec-ivaet himself - Fire
Vera sleeps in the attic, although shouts tape
It is high time to wake up, but it will Moveton
Rain is the second day
We need to sleep, but sleep lazy.
I want to smoke, but no more cigarettes
I'm afraid to sleep, maybe I'm a coward
But there is no money - suburban blues.

Some call me Madame third hour
From it makes me sick, sick is not the first time
I tell her: & quot; I hate, I can not and do not want to & quot;
I say: & quot; I'm not here, I went to the doctor for a long time & quot;
I turn off the phone and go to drink moonshine
Rain is the second day
We need to sleep, but sleep laziness
I want to smoke, but no more cigarettes
I dread to think maybe I was a coward
But there is no money - Suburban Blues

The clock struck exactly 11:00
Venechka took the bag from the container and without further ado
I put on my old mac and immediately was that
Faith climbed down from the attic, so we cook pilaf
Twenty years as delusions
Dvadvtsat years - one answer
I want to smoke, but no more cigarettes
I'm afraid to live, maybe I'm a coward
No money but there is a suburban blues.