Текст песни Географ глобус пропил Алексей Зубарев - В вашем доме сквозняк от дверей

In your home draft from the door ,
Hundreds of years have not stoked fireplace .
You look at me like an animal -
You do not like humble men.

And tasted different wines ,
Do you live then swim , then a gallop .
You are not a victim , you simply executioner -
You do not like humble men.

A foregone conclusion , strange rendezvous ...
You want confessions ... Well , who are you lied ?
You own a house converted into a prison,
And I wrote down in consumption .

The sentence you you know the one :
Accurate eye after so many hunts.
Without blinking , you are shooting in flight -
You do not like humble men.