Текст песни Иваси - Увы, дорогие друзья...

Alas, dear friends,
What's the point - to suffer and fall in love,
And bitter cry in the pillow
Mad springtime!
After all, the girls of our dreams -
It has long been eighteen,
And the Count of Monte Cristo has -
Not the most favorite character.

Oh, we really had long been - not those
Though I want to believe that the same,
It's funny because with stomach
Walking in the Musketeer cloak!
And the old poems about love,
We believe more and more rarely,
A new poems about love
We have not read vaschsche.

He put on the Chevalier d'Artagnan
Kepchonochku fashionable cut,
A hat with a quill pen
Bashfully tucked in the outhouse.
And you want it or not,
But the fact is - very different heroes
Looking at you from the pages
Your savings books.

Alas, dear friends,
Everything in life is known in advance:
First - we all hoo,
And then - a very, very ...
And it remains one:
Lie down on the creaking sofa,
And sleep with his eyes closed
Favorite novels of Dumas.