Текст песни Сатана Печёт Блины - Два по сто

I went to this bar
just to drink two hundred
who knows
what awaited me inside

private dances
pistachios free
and cheap alcohol

I want to stay here
not return back
but go home

home waiting for his wife and child
and a cold soup
drops of coffee on oilcloth
rain outside the window

drunken night on the couch
and sex on duty
Kohl Basque screen
and Grigory Leps

it's already night
I wear down jacket
and away from home
a wife scream

I returned to the bar
I sat down at the piano bar stool
and the bartender guessed
Pouring two hundred

home waiting for his wife pay
and scandal again
where you wore bitch
I was up all night booze

my life is a chain of errors
you link it
for advertising firm Reebok
I go out of the window