Текст песни Коктейль Шаляпина - Август Раш

It's hot outside and stuffy in the room
And sticky something lies obediently nearby
And as if to hell, and as if not sent
And like you are heaven, and like I'm stars

But I'm not August Rush, our orchestra went out
I'm not your Sisyphus
Enough pebbles to roll, suffer and die.

Oh yes, I'm sorry: I broke those glasses,
What did you give me - pink
I grew from shirts, I grew from jeans,
Ah, yes, darling, here's another - from you too!

I'm not August Rush, our orchestra has gone out
I'm not your Sisyphus
Enough pebbles to roll, suffer and die.