Текст песни Туз Пик - ПрОклятый блюз

As for the night life
and the sun is much lower
road goes to horizon
It leads to a sweet feasts

my way is not approved by the gods
The simplest way is of ignorance
I measured the whole world steps
in a shabby, old clothes

I etched smoke cigar
bars that like drunks
in those areas of the fume
breath knocks strain

kilotons poured alcohol
in his body pined
but there were so many native
in the eyes of the weary bartender

chorus
sold at the crossroad
I was his soul once
do not buy talent
the demon, he might suggest to

for a handful of dollars sang
I sang for a bottle of liquor
but life is not like the other
so I do not need another

talent does not spend on drink, that's for sure
tried, believe me, more than once
but each time at midnight
I see the pupils of his eyes red

He constantly looks for me
and does not die
I guarded it zealously
but why - it is a complex issue

I carry his music to you
crafty, cunning this demon
hey bartender mildew-ka in glass
while music fills the wall

chorus
sold at the crossroad
I was his soul once
do not buy talent
the demon, he might suggest to