My po koleno v vashih golosah,
G Am H7
A vy po plechi v nashih volosah,
Oni po lokot' v temnyh zhivotah,
A ya po sheyu v gibel'nyh mestah.
My pod struej krutogo kipyatka,
A vy pod zvuk udarov molotka,
Oni v teni gazetnogo listka,
A ya v moment zheleznogo shchelchka.
My pod pricelom tysyach vashih fraz,
A vy za stenkoj, ruhnuvshej na nas...
Ona na kuche ruk, serdec i glaz,
A ya po gorlo v nih, i v vas, i v nas...
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