Текст песни Мёд - На крыше дома

I do not throw words to the wind, you believe
I myself am sending envelopes ago.
I do not care about the fact that somewhere in the lower levels ..
I swung from the roof of his feet, and wrote two verses.

I do not throw words to the wind, you believe
I myself am sending envelopes ago.
I do not care about the fact that somewhere in the lower levels ..
After all, my thoughts as I fly somewhere in heaven

And in a rusty old kettle of water over there ..
I wake up at night, who would raise dick in the morning
I'm an old, bearded, with a boozy evening, thank God
no mat in the speech. in the house a lot of trash.

Touchy .. I and all my leisure time - is the subway accordion ..
I go limping, because my neighbor Stafford thigh squeezed
from club music playing, I did not for years,
I have old-school brother, keep your tweet and make "Magadan".

Lift do not use as there .. - claustrophobia
Past vestibule superintendent I sneak on pohuyah
From the balcony of the fifth floor so I threw stones at Opel
Sorry neighbor, I otdolzhil then your linen

not modest, I will not hide my life I patted
I blame around with school teachers atestat three ball ..
but oh well, I ceto again moved to the minor ..
I go into the yard with grandparents poebashu dominoes