Текст песни Первая ночь с Олегом Меньшиковым - Мой друг лучше всех играет блюз

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The gate is up, the pocket is empty,
He is not young and always drunk
He's on edge - don't come near
He always leaves alone
CHORUS:
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But my friend is the best blues player
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The coolest around, he is the one who plays the blues.

He doesn't know smart words
He considers you a goat
Even in the morgue he will play
He doesn't care about delight. CHORUS.

Night to exhale, day to inhale,
Who did not survive, he died.
Doomed soul flies
From saxophone to knife. CHORUS.

and now such a moment comes
he comes drunk to his apartment
dirty, empty bottles, cigarette butts
takes off his shoes, throws his jacket
suddenly the jaw dropped
eyes like radishes
sitting babyikin
on hand a box of whiskey
and with him madi oders silat and ray charles
snack - says - do you have any?
now!
there were cucumbers, three whole one bitten off,
a bunch of green onions, a bag of unripe pears,
half a loaf of rye
two dried buns
set the table and went to the feast
sat and danced
fell got up
broke the dishes
the curtains were torn off
yelled
fought on forks
well, an ordinary party
woke up - like a hippo chewed
a mess - like after the battle of the Predator and the Alien
broken glass and broken doors
oh, it's a pity, only no one will believe ...

The gate is up, the pocket is empty,
He is not young and always drunk.
Doomed soul flies
From saxophone to knife. P