Текст песни Иваси - Увы, дорогие друзья...

Alas, dear friends,
What's the point - to suffer and fall in love,
And bitter cry into my pillow
Mad springtime!
After all, the girls of our dreams -
It has long been eighteen,
And the Count of Monte Cristo has -
Not the most favorite character.

Since we already had long been - not those
Though I want to believe that the same,
Funny because with the stomach
Walk in the Musketeer cloak!
And the old poems about love,
We believe less and less,
A new poems about love
No longer read vaschsche.

Chevalier D'Artagnan put
Kepchonochku fashionable cut,
A hat with a quill pen
Bashfully tucked into a latrine.
And you want it or not,
But the fact is - very different heroes
Looking at you from the pages
Your savings books.

Alas, dear friends,
Everything in life is known in advance:
First - we all hoo,
And then - a very, very ...
And we are left with one thing:
Lie down on the couch creaking,
And sleep with his eyes closed
Favorite novel Dumas.