Текст песни Климкин Валера - Усталая душа

Tired soul

MUZ. Sergey Tolstsky Pisin

sl. Nikolai Nagaytsev



Life flowing winding road

That everyone has his own dust.

We are tired of brothers, in a few

On steep lins of being.



I've already become for 30

And now for a short time ...

Hey Barman! Fill the glasses!

We are quietly with my brother sit.



Let us remember how to study with him,

How friends married sorry,

Recall when I was a Nataska sick,

How then studied for a doctor



We remember and drink for Odessa,

That was for the life of the whole stained,

And, on the hands of the head hanging,

We will smoke, just wrap.



Well, what did we argue about this evening?

Argued means to waste time in vain.

We will raise the toast for those in the sea,

After all, we have friends in the sea.



And, of course, we find a toaste.

To the edges of Nallem without unnecessary phrases,

To remember our cute women

Those that without hope loved us



And, Khmeleya, drink from boredom,

In the night let's go, swinging slowly,

And understand, filing each other hands,

How hurts tired soul.