Текст песни Дядьки - Этот блюз

1
You love him, but you're afraid to admit it.
You love him, but pretend
What do you care, and you even breathe,
When a stone's throw from you, he is sitting.
He was not rich, he is practically a beggar
He always smelled of tobacco and polupyan
You can not understand what he is looking for in life
And you're mad for him secretly watching

Chorus:
This blues he wrote for you.
This blues he sang so many times you
But you wait in the twilight of a summer day,
And in the eyes of the snow melts slowly.

2
You come here at 7 o'clock every evening.
The left table in the corner, viscous smoke cigarettes
Even a few minutes turns into eternity
Because it is still there

You do not see anything around completely.
Strong coffee, a glass with a glass of wine.
He is not your option and you know perfectly
From it you need only one thing:
3

Time flies every day faster
Your memory of their hiding cloak
Your Life is good, all you wanted
It is not clear what you need even
Everything is available around the diamonds for the ball
Cadillac, two apartments in Paris in the spring
Your life is an unending feast began
Why are more and more often you hear in a dream: