Текст песни Агутин, Градский, Пелагея, Билан - Но зато мой друг лучше всех играет блюз

Raised gate, empty pocket,
He was not young, and always drunk,
He was on edge, do not come,
He goes always one.

But my friend
Better than all played the blues.
Steeper all around
He's one playing the blues.

He does not know the buzzwords,
He thinks you for goats,
Even in the morgue, he will play,
On the enthusiasm he did not care.

But my friend
Better than all played the blues.
Steeper all around
He's one playing the blues.

Night exhale, breath in the day,
Those who did not survive, he died.
Doomed flies soul
From a saxophone to the knife.

But my friend
Better than all played the blues.
Steeper all around
He's one playing the blues.

Raised gate, empty pocket,
He was not young, and always drunk,
Doomed flies soul
From a saxophone to the knife

But my friend
Better than all played the blues.
Steeper all around
He's one playing the blues.

On on on on on on on
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