Текст песни Сергей Бабкин - Птичка залетела в клетку

Dokurivaya cigarette,
Blurring makeup cloth
Armpits nymphet.
Security clears passage
We leave through the back door.

You hit the most it is - not a movie,
A rock n 'roll life - not candy, baby.
You want romance,
Dismissing their bows.

The bird flew into the cage,
From the wine will not be pregnant.
Just a little drunk, a little drunk.

And you still say:
He promised to take you to Paris!
Make the bride instead of the one
Oh oh oh!!!...
And you soar in the clouds,
You will not be persuaded.
And you do not have strength to shout: Wait, wait, wait !!! ...

The first night, like a dream, like a picture from a magazine ...
Icicle has fallen to the bottom of the glass ... tink-s-s-s,
Buddhism something you did not know ....
Now wait for the final,
Melody has played to the end of the coveted ...
Think !!! .... before caught on live bait.

And you still say:
He promised to take you to Paris!
Make the bride instead of the one
Oh oh oh!!!...
And you soar in the clouds,
You will not be persuaded.
And you do not have strength to shout: Wait, wait, wait !!! ...