Ира Ежова, слова Виктора Сосноры - Летит Литейный
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Flying down the station flew,
I walked without money and without shoes.
She, my beloved, said
That I will end in the wilds of the taverns.

I left cool while for now
Direct route, by taverns
I am sitting and beer, beer bitter salt
Waiter! Little! Firework!

She was cowardly like a frog
And cold, like in a cold vinigret
She wanted to be for her husband's bed
Well, of course me for conversations.

I went cool while for now
Direct route, by taverns
I sit and beer, beer yellow
Waiter! One hundred fifty! Firework!

The tavern is buzzing like a back of expectation
And I do not expect anything from life
Everything that hurts, of course, will cease
And flashes like shots from cinema

I left steeply, for now-poka!
Direct route, by taverns,
I sit and beer yellow salt.
Waiter! Four hundred ! Firework!

Swinging like the foundations of the state
I go out one of the tavern
I drank everything - both a butterfly and a tie,
And PAMIT ABOUT LOVE, for sure

I went cool while for now
Direct route, by taverns
I am sitting and beer, beer bitter salt
Waiter! Paul banks and salute