Текст песни Владимир Асмолов - Я иду в кабак

At an hour when my soul is like a bird
Beats in a cage of aching bones
I’m not going to the hospital to be treated
I’m not going to the theater, and not to the museum

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I go to the pub where the guitar player
My buddy, smile at me
And the guitar speaks again
Will sing, cry in silence

There are no good friends with me
And you are not by my side
Scattered us like a handful of peas
Abandoned for some reason in the white light

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I would drink a bitter grudge
With all the sorrows at the same time.
Only loneliness, apparently
Do not pour vodka or wine

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