Текст песни Леонид Клюквин - 16.02.29 - Музыкальная пауза

I do not need to explain to you, we savvy people
And conversations about jazz for a long time, if not taboo
And who lives here is without sin, let me stumbling zashvyrnёt
I even painted a red target on your forehead

I'm not a hero and not a cowboy
I respect hedonism
I love only your
Wonderful tube body
I'm not a dude or vegan
I nondescript hedonist
I have uncovered his body
I'm an organist, I'm an organist, I organist

And guitar guitarist to himself dragged into the apartment
Eager to play a night stream of thumbnails
The strings pulled tighter, he turns the guitar peg
And fingers will rack up any of fingerings

And if you play jazz, you can not hide
Your tricks are so simple, I know all of them and from
I can be called by name, who is climbing into bed
In a duet with the flute takes deep and holds the note "Do"