Текст песни Юрий Насыбуллин - Гостиница

Cards rustle behind the wall
Through half-drunk debate
And rushing thick Russian mat
Versatile and winged
Lights go out in the corridors
And above it creaks stubbornly
Posted jack
Sent lady

Chorus:
Why can't you sleep in the hotel?
Midnight Bird Inn.
Flickering faces - hotel.
Hotel.

Numbered comfort
Of my concrete loner
Will lay me down on the edge
The buzzing rustle of the night.
Birdhouse with a view from the window
To the restaurant dump.
And only a wall separates
Nativity scene and a drunken binge.

Chorus

This house will not become a home.
The jack will not become a husband for a lady.
And we are outside the door with a number
We hide our souls ashamedly.
So fleeting and rare
Moments of friendship and sympathy.
At city crossroads
Hotel passions rustle.

Chorus