Текст песни Алексей Зубарев - Вы не любите скромных мужчин

In your house, a draft from the door
Hundreds of years have not heated the fireplace
You look at me like a beast
You do not like modest men

And rasprobovav different wines
You live then swim, then jump
You're not a victim, you're just a hangman.
You do not like modest men

The forensic questioning, the strange rendezvous
You wanted confessions, well, who will lie to you
You turned your own house into a prison
And I was written down in the expense

The verdict to you is known to you alone
The eye is sharp after so many hunts
Not batting you shoot the fly
You do not like modest men