Текст песни Сергей Ребров - Девочка по имени Ира

I live in the country of the blue sky, yellow minibuses .. (except for jokes)
All is well, I have white shorts .. (ah, yes to the resorts, to the airports!)
Ground courts, go to records,
Spray of champagne, per day by liter,
In this palette the lack of green, American ..
To find a job, there would be a banknote,
And so there is always something missing ..
And you again throw me, ah, Ira, Ira, Ira, Ira, well, why ?!
To find a job, there would be a banknote,
And so there is always something missing ..
And you again throw me, ah, Ira, Ira, Ira, Ira, well, why ?!
-You have business and far-reaching plans .. (well, where *)
A written groom, a purse and friends-suitcases ..
-And I, strangely enough, on the drum!
I'm on the oceans, stuffed pockets,
Crumpled heaps of paper extras ..
In this get-together
Lack of green, ever growing ..
To find a job, there would be a banknote,
And so there is always something missing ..
And you again throw me, ah, Ira, Ira, Ira, Ira, well, why ?!
To find a job, there would be a banknote,
And so there is always something missing ..
And you again throw me, ah, Ira, Ira, Ira, Ira, well, why ?!
To find a job, there would be a banknote,
And so there is always something missing ..
And you again throw me, ah, Ira ... Well, why?
Work .. Banknote .. Ah, Ira? Well, why? I do not understand..
To find a job, there would be a banknote,
And so there is always something missing ..
And you again throw me, ah, Ira, Ira, Ira, Ira, well, why ?!
To find a job, there would be a banknote,
And so there is always something missing ..
And you again throw me, ah, Ira, Ira, Ira, Ira, well, why ?!
On-to-the-on-..