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In the corner of the lips quivered the cigarette ,
He choked , but drank , we happy spite.
All honest beer could not understand
Why is it so razvezlo .

This soul is not life maimed ,
Not with resentment , bro , I drink .
I was looking for a woman in this city ,
That his only .

I was looking for a woman in this city ,
That his only .

At first , perhaps, was young ,
Much has been , you know what .
There were meetings and were seeing ,
Always lacked one .

From the fate of getting slap ,
Here I am, not himself , for his stand .
I'm looking for a woman in this city ,
That his only .

I'm looking for a woman in this city ,
That his only .

Even the shade of melancholy obrydlo not found
When turned inside out inside .
Emptiness and such that is not good ,
Nothing like forty years ago .

Like an egg in his hand crushed glass
And spent the whole hand in the glass but in the blood
On my face , - " Do you hear what the hype
For those who are not your own . "

And with all my heart for the whole room neighing
So cheekbones stranger drove resentment .
Everyone wanted to fight because they do not know
Why is it so razvezlo .

I have any real time
With meat ditch frets - rezhsya in blood string.
You see, brother, you all know , brother,
Without us here all their khan.
You see, brother, you all know , brother,
Without us here all their khan.

"Wait ," - he dismissed the bench and stood
Paid , turning away , patted me on the shoulder ,
And walked as home to the nearest train station,
True if the route knew her.

Something fell as com, across the soul,
Suddenly, I was nowhere in a hurry.
Step away from the abyss to such heights
That wanted to live again .

I wanted to call him to catch up,
Faithful to ask route
Women those that are willing and able to wait
Those who seek and drink .

From the fate of getting slap ,
Here I am, not himself , for his stand .
I'm looking for a woman in this city ,
That his only .

I'm looking for a woman in this city ,
That his only .