Ботаника - Потомственный алкоголик
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With my finger on the window I draw a nolik
I am a hereditary alcoholic
The bird jumps from the branch to the branch
And my neighbors fiscal me
An orphan with a living father growth
Mom told me that I would not grow up
If I pick up cigarette butts
If I go with a yurka
With a red yurka from our yard
He has red eyes in the morning
His soul burns with fire
He does not know what he is doing
These are doing things
From which hands shake
Not curled and rascal
Babs do not look at him
But you can't look at me without pain
I am a hereditary alcoholic
But I'm tired of living as before
So give me a ray of hope
But they say I look like a father
And gait and mug
I look like but don't worry
After all, I am the son of my father
Puddles foam under my window
Maybe something will change
Lost in yesterday's day
And in today I was at the bottom
Please pass by
I beg you do not spit in the back
I will already leave everyone
My mind is overturned to the end

With my finger on the window I draw a nolik
I am a hereditary alcoholic.