Текст песни Восстановительная Сила - Молодой алкаш

Rising from the earth leaf
I'll write a poem on it.
Where is the spring and poplar,
And I'm in the middle.
Mom drives brew.
I have one bullet.
Under the window in the still of the night
They sang a song alcoholics.

I crawled under the table for a fork
And he had a dream.
Wind spit in my face
Pouring cold spring rain.
People laughed at me in the trail
Calling me an alcoholic young.

Vova, enough whining already,
We continue to drink more.
Although the left and at the bottom,
But you find yourself in a dream.
I have an idea fixe.
Right now, we do mix
What would prevent us sleep,
We Let us pour a wine.

I crawled under the table for a fork
And he had a dream.
Wind spit in my face
Pouring cold spring rain.
People laughed at me in the trail
Calling me an alcoholic young.

Under the window in the still of the night
They sang a song alcoholics.

I crawled under the table for a fork
And he had a dream.
Wind spit in my face
Pouring cold spring rain.
People laughed at me in the trail
Calling me an alcoholic young.

Wind spit in my face
Pouring cold spring rain.
People laughed at me in the trail
Calling me an alcoholic young.