Текст песни via чаппа - Единички

Edinichki on all four of my coins
Here's my bus, food, food, food!
Edinichki on all four of my coins
Here's my bus, food, food, food!

Good evening, my tired streets
I want to say, I try not to slouch
Persons for the most part are European,
There are also Asian, there are police

Quite calm look at me
It's not hard for me from a crazy day
The program for the evening is painfully simple
I rest, I go carelessly

Packages, envelopes, pockets of protection
But somewhere cigarettes and a flask are protected
The flask is sewn, but I feel warm
A strong wine spreads through the body!

Edinichki on all four of my coins
Here's my bus, food, food, food!
Edinichki on all four of my coins
Here's my bus, food, food, food!

How come you're not at home? Silence phone?
I wanted to ... I cut the dial
Floating over the head a flock of white fuzz
A flock of white fluff ... I cut the dial

Signals, the whole road rushes home
But to me the green burns and cotton feet
Go behind, in front of stores
I look in the windows, in the shiny shop windows

Handsomely! Aha! There is no other way
Today money is a river, no one thinks
I would like to take a stroll with you this evening
But minibuses take me to infinity

Edinichki on all four of my coins
Here's my bus, food, food, food!
Edinichki on all four of my coins
Here's my bus, food, food, food!

What to say? Nothing! I just smile
Desires are conceived, I do not doubt in them
Problems not today, let's leave for later
Good evening, my streets, hello, my house!

Edinichki on all four of my coins
Here's my bus, food, food, food!
Edinichki on all four of my coins
Here's my bus, food, food, food!