Текст песни Алексей AVTOR ATA Шутилов - Дворовый блюз - 06 ДВОРОВЫЙ БЛЮЗ

Yard BLUES

Children dark streets, the children of the moon,
The night passes, leaving dreams.
City cools, time two hours
Near the house of the seventeenth vote
Wine in a circle.

I'm a little lost, I was a little forgotten,
It's just a stab kingdom troughs,
Drunken markets, disputes, wild laughter,
Roofs and cellars -
It is not for everyone,
Dilute boredom.

An echo of the songs will bypass the courts,
We have long forgotten the rules of the game with fire.
Who we stop, who will show the way,
Who dares to tell, what's in general are?
No one knows.

With renewed vigor witch drags.
The city is breathing dust, children - marijuana,
My number 19.04.60,
If the caller, I'll be very happy,
Raise the sail.

If you get bored at home, look out the window,
There's a guitar song, so the wine stars,
I traceless life is not afraid
Come, play up a minute our yard blues
Take the guitar.