Текст песни Серебряная свадьба - пальто из ваты

Sunny day and cold at thirty,
And it would not hurt to sober,
And the thermometer frowns guiltily -
And I wear a coat of wool!
Go machine as rhinos,
And the faces of the people are lovely and strict -
And I have beautiful legs!

The machines go aristocrats,
They do not appreciate the coats of wool,
Their thoughts are basketball,
They have ladies and smoke menthol,
They are covered by a languid laziness,
And I call them affection
His shy appearance.

And I'm quite pleased with myself,
I go to the protruding lower lip,
As Claudia Schiffer and Luisa Minelli,
Only my hands froze -
It was too windy and freezing,
Frosts twenties - this is serious!
And I'm whistling virtuoso.

I weight as pomegranate,
I go to a beautiful coat of wool!
In the spring I will go in the paper!
But there are no words to say about the importance,
Only the sacrament and prepositions
Only whistle comes eventually
And I have beautiful legs!