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B - si
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It's not very easy to walk to the sky,
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And getting to you is much more difficult, I vouch!
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And they tell me all around that the truth is at the bottom, they say,
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The lie is somewhere on the surface, and the truth is at the edges.
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I'm not here for that. |
I don't like feasts.
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I admire you, my non-drinking angel!
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Of all the paths to you, obviously roundabout,
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I go out on the path alone - obviously straight.
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I tear my vest and don't shave a damn thing,
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I try to call pity on the sly,
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And the throat burns with the premonition of a big butt, -
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The last fight is the most unbreakable one!
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I look at you, I follow you
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I forgot all other things.
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Here, take it and go into a real binge -
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For you to interrupt me.
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I never went to the mountains or hikes in my life,
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I didn’t swim, I didn’t dive, much less - I didn’t get into the face.
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But, it’s true, sometimes in my childhood I went to the waters,
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And here - without preparation, I go straight into a binge!
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I enter there consciously, with the consciousness of struggle;
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Maybe everything that happened before was just a prologue |
To a decisive step beyond the faceted edge of fate
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Under the most commonly accepted pretext.
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I am calm, I am collected, like a new hero,
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I already sourd away.
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I practically went on an open binge -
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For you to interrupt me.
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My fragile body is so pure
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What will stand - bet - seven bottles of commercials.
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But, it's true, they say that there are shorter ways,
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Just don’t break loose - and don’t leave for good!
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May visions and an abstinence crisis await me,
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Let the glitches wave their heels from the stack!
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But I will not back down, because this is not a whim
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And my drinking is more principled than a strike!
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I am confident in myself. |
I am satisfied with myself.
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I'm whipping this stuff from my throat.
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I'm getting deeper and deeper into the binge -
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For you to interrupt me.
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You are always driving, you do not cherish pain,
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And I cannot inflate the sparks of love in your soul,
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And I'm almost a poet, and since a poet, then I'm an alcoholic
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(Why disturb the long-grafted flare)!
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Heal me, give me a chance to stay sober!
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You see, I get drunk not from vodka, but from my eyes!
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And you once again, like a glass cutter:
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Don't, they say, don't, this song is not for us! |
Ah, here they come! |
But where... where are you?!
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Oh, damn it, the brigade is different!
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This is how global dreams collapse overnight.
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But I am silent, I do not grumble, I just hiccup.
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I am dying of shame. |
I won't give myself up alive.
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Avon, what a great life!
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Why, tell me, I went into a binge,
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If you don't interrupt it for me?!
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I go to brotherhood, I turn into a tailspin,
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I rise on the horns, lowering the landing gear along the way.
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And I tighten myself with a dead loop so that
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Shout "sorry" or "merci" to all oncoming jambs.
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No, everyone, friends, have arrived - at the next similar one!
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By God, we need to get out very urgently!
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Give me a stopcock! |
I'm cool from the tap
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Your large-caliber thoughts!
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Whoever respects me is full speed ahead!
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I would myself, only I can’t get away with it ...
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Under the wing of the plane sings about something
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The green sea of longing...
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Genemange pas sis zhyr! |
Submit for treatment!
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Well, maybe at least someone will treat you with a sip!
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After all, I’ll tell you this: what is German entertainment,
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That Russian, sorry, this is the basic instinct!
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After all, a dropper, brothers, is not se la vie for you!
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Under it, the fuse disappeared, the excitement crashed. |
And there is no bottom, no ford - neither in a glass, nor in love.
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What he fought for - that's what he poisoned himself with!
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I sent everything to hell, I resigned myself to fate:
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Quiet time, pajamas, bed...
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But at night I dream of returning to a binge -
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The one you can't stop. |