Текст песни Антон Макаров - Блюз Два Градуса

A little quieter
And they won't find us
Let's leave town
And let the rumor go
That we are to the west
And they go south
That makes no sense anymore
Walk around

Outside the blues window two degrees
And heavy rain
Money is coming
Because the war is on

Will not write again
Here are poems
About Trojan Warriors
And about the king of the seas
On the boulevard of the capuchins
Will not pour wine
And hungry dogs
Will sell the fountain

Outside the window, plus two degrees
And heavy rain
Money is coming
Because the war is on

And the monk sold his soul
For fifty coins

Outside the blues window two degrees
Well, let
No one will remember
Words by heart
But the people around
Singing two degree blues