Текст песни Александр Гинзбург - Танго Эль-Чокло

Beds swirl under the sanatorium sky
In a forty watt sleepy night moan
Sundays start here inappropriately
In the morning, a gramophone creaking near the heart.

And pre-war song tender welding
add empty salt to an empty soup
We were not enough four steps to death
And now there are many three, God forbid, to the toilet ...

Ah, those black eyes
I was captivated!
They cannot be forgotten in any way -
They burn in front of me ...

To these sounds, the Slavs say goodbye
Pairs separated by apron
And all the separations, meetings, planes, tanks
Exploded in a common heart with a wagon roar

Sticky sweat will cool your neck
And in the back the machine gun of the detachment squad will throw
And now - we took the last trench
Beds with a view of the openwork fence

Ah, those black eyes
I was captivated!
They cannot be forgotten in any way -
They burn in front of me ...

On rare holidays, but funerals are more common
One foot rivets Uncle Vanya
The man is laconic, quiet, working
With staring dog eyes

The unsurpassed master of vocabulary areal
I got along with a drinking, but a good widow
She beats him and loves - mercilessly
And he is silent, gray-haired shaking his head ...

He will go in slowly and sit down tiredly,
The buttons scratch rough hands
And the same tune from the beginning
Pull the veins from the wounded accordion

And warm iodine is pouring into the throat knot
And cabbage in cabbage is sweeter than mango pulp
Under the winter sun, on a glazed veranda -
Three-fingered garmonist and tango, tango ...

Ah, those black eyes ...