Текст песни Чиж и К - Ассоль

I'll write a silly song
For hateful supposed friends,
Let yourself laugh till you drop
From my illiterate ideas.

Everyone laughs, I'm pleased too:
I piled them dark forest
I fenced off with this forest like a fence
So that no one in my soul climbed.

I do not want to cut yesterday
Someone poured pepper or salt,
To someone hug me by the shoulders:
& quot; Where is your beautiful Assol? & quot;

I have to stay for them
Your boyfriend, & quot; guy in the board & quot ;,
Addict Georges Duroy,
Drunkard and musician
And unrecognized talent,
After all, no one else I can not be.

I'll write a silly song
Writing, I will laugh,
I'm sure the kids will rush
The secret meaning behind the lines to look for.

I will bind on purpose one rhyme
& quot; Wheel & quot ;, & quot; bed & quot; and & quot; craft & quot; ,
I am very pleased with this poetic screen,
God, how lucky I am with her!

I do not want to cut yesterday
Someone poured pepper or salt,
To someone hug me by the shoulders:
& quot; Where is your beautiful Assol? & quot;

I'll write a silly song
They do not suffer to give birth.
My voice from tape
Will idiots appease.

I'll throw a couple of problems
About hashish, about women, about wine.
It is very necessary, because without it it’s so boring
They are not given another life.

I do not want to cut yesterday
Someone sprinkled pepper or salt
To someone hug me by the shoulders:
& quot; Where is your beautiful Assol? & quot;