Текст песни НГ - Борька Хряков

The song was another
And there were other words
And the guitar sound different
While roasted boar
In another water flowed
Other poems rolled
And it was like the heat
While roasted boar
There were a lot of love
How much was the love
And what do you think was cute
While roasted boar
As the sun shines on us
Reflected in the windows of houses
And asphalt loved grass
While roasted boar
And the rhythm was more difficult
And all the while the sound
While no one could guess
Why roasted boar
On the corner of the table head
So that only the living daylights out
On the floor with wine glasses
There also fried and boar
Crashed quite a fool
Crashed for a dick
How fun was here
While roasted boar
Why did not I born a daughter Alla Pugacheva?
And why I was born daughter investigator?