Текст песни 9-й район - След на чувстве дурака

Night drove on and I was a thick fog
I pressed on the gas, if not himself
I flew to you to say : & quot; good-bye ! & Quot;
boil the blood , you'd better not be angry

And when he saw the light twelve miles
Light in your hut , and the engine suffered
How lousy horse , I drove sadness
And you also know that I will still come back

Chorus:

When you stand at the window |
And white mop of white hair | 2 times
Leave a mark |
On the feelings of the first fool |

The hell out of spite I opened the window
Cigarette smoke blows warm
In front of the star , and under it a star
No, I do not have the strength to go in there

But you opened the door , though do not believe your eyes
Said no studies Yes Come soon
I fell into the snow from these strong words
No power to climb , go to your old house

Chorus .

Now I'll rest , the spirit will translate
Zakushu drink , and then sing
And hold you right hand
Fattened you oh you , my God

In a glass of water does not walk until morning
I go out into the hall so bring firewood
And old boots blow up strong tea
Talk behind my back , and I'll say : & quot; Goodbye ... & quot;