Текст песни Купола - В кабаке

In the pub you were
They drank vodka and ate
At a table nearby
We spotted kid

Sadness bitter puzzled
Like supergrass appointed
Shmuriv eyebrows looks
In a glass of wine

His beard hangs
Hair to his shoulders
The beauty of their shining
The eye does not protect

When asked what happened to our
The boy prayed silently
And he said quietly after
For me the wrong case to answer

chorus:
Ah, Jesus, thou Jesus
Tears poured well and let
The pub on the Petrograd
We will not be rubbish grab
Ah, Jesus, thou Jesus
The stripping away the sadness
We show we will show
But the goats goats

I remember how we have tied
Sit with the lads did not let
Koresh was the best
rat crazy

Prosecutor appointed its own life
And thus puzzled
Why shut me
I'm not a thug

We drank, we ate
And with a little brother took in the sense
We ask you forgot
Whose will you kid

Our friend gave a start
And with a smile squint
Mother you should know
In the criminal world dignify Murka

chorus:
Ah, Jesus, thou Jesus
In the trump ace up his sleeve
Let starve in the hospital
All sworn enemies
Ah, Jesus, Jesus Christ
Wipe the tears from your eyes you
Remember you are in this world
Years of his best