Текст песни Наум Блик - Как выжить в париже

I do not know how to survive in Paris (No)
Quite different landscapes I see (Yeah)
Worried stories from books
I write not in a hurry, bear a burden on the niche
Strung on a pen spearhead the challenge
Manager of Fate, or SP
Dad, I'm sorry, Mom, understand, all my days (All)
I'm on the verses burned paper
In the bustle of daily dvizhek
You can rust, or amass a hernia!
Or maybe the wind to disrupt the tight roof
In pursuit of the red spirit immobilized
I do not want to work at his uncle
Enough! All these "uncle" in not adequate (All)
Since those who pay the poor
Ending with those who Audit Chamber
And by the way
On the mortgage collar I do not care
For friends to buy the dress!
White for wedding, clean conscience
What would write a novel, not a novella
God knows what awaits us after tomorrow
Accident cars or concerts from dawn to dusk ... (Yes)

We start our day because of stroke.