Текст песни Петр Налич - Дело было очень поздней осенью

It was very late in the fall ,
From the sky drizzle drizzling ,
I went home drunken gait,
Quiet and thinking about her sadness.

In an alley a couple of show
I could not believe my eyes -
She walked to the other presses ,
And the Charter was drawn to face.

Just hop left little head ,
He drew a revolver from his pocket ...
And I killed my zaznobushku ,
And the answer was : & quot; Hooligan ! & Quot;

Guitar Sing , sing a sweet guitar !
What is past - that too is gone.
And I ask you, dear lads -
Do not fall for the girls from an early age .

Listen to your mother's advice -
Protect your credibility.