Текст песни А. Розенбаум 1996 год - Где-то льётся вино, шум чужого стола...

Somewhere pours the wine, the sound of someone else's table

Somewhere pours the wine, the sound of someone else's table
It does not penetrate into a cozy cell.
Black cat wandered into the night heat
And curled up on the bed.

Sleeps hotel - the darkness of blind windows.
But not sleep me an alcoholic,
I beat on the glass broken his fist,
Absolutely not feeling pain.

Beau swing, short, the word & quot; & quot ;, goodbye
And my pain does not measure ...
Never did I not promise you -
Anyway, no one will believe.

Only the death of the war, but in Firebird feather
Only in the rain that pours from the clouds gray ...
And of those who are with me drinking one oxygen,
I believe only his Bull Terriers.