Текст песни Асмолов Владимир - Я иду в кабак

At the hour when my soul is like a bird,
Beats in the cell aching bones,
I do not go to the hospital I was treated,
I do not go to the theater and the museum.

I'm going to the pub, where the guitarist,
My friend, I smile -
And the guitar speak again,
Sing, cry in silence.

No me my good friends
And with me, you do not have a number,
Scattered us as a handful of peas,
Abandoned for some reason, in the white light!

I would propyl bitter resentment
With sorrow all at the same time!
Only the lonely, as you can see,
Do not pour any vodka or wine!

I'm going to the pub, where the guitarist,
My friend, I smile -
And the guitar speak again,
Sing, cry in silence.