Текст песни Никита Дорофеев - Туман-блюз

I'll go out into the yard, straighten my shoulders
hair parted.
time does not heal me at all
it is a device.
colorful as a roulette was, a flirt,
your love
late
goodbye brunette
count a draw

legs one bad head and wears,
from her and demand
the heart has not asked for anything for a long time -
it pump
the record creaks tearfully, the sardine hangs,
hitting the hook
late
goodbye blonde
I was wrong

what's wrong with the mind, what's the vodka with pepper
it's dark in the eyes
heart does not keep pace, heart hurts
double bottom
here's the peas, here's the wall -
it's all about her and not only her
late
goodbye brown-haired
i got smarter

ah, I'm not an X, not a Yer
I am not a magician and I do not study
toil like a louse in my pocket, like a hedgehog in a fog
trample all century
eyeless fog everywhere, everywhere,
only fog around
horse,
check connection
reception-reception