Текст песни Сатана Печёт Блины - Похмельный Синдром

when we parted friends
and light enters the house
it can not be avoided
comes the hangover

he is like a wild frantic storm
and you're a little weak raft
you ask & quot; deductible
you he breaks the chips ? & quot;

you can not be saved , alas
And you're ready to die
in the corridors of your head
howling mouths million

You swear by God that henceforth
never set foot in a bar or a glass in his mouth
but still you have to bear
This morning a year-long