Текст песни Пётр Подгородецкий - Этот Вечный Блюз

Let's go to the end,
 Where the ball ruled the evening,
 In this hellish paradise,
 Where life over the edge until the morning.

 The Heartbreak Hotel
 Café unexpected meetings,
 At Boulevard of Roses,
 It is time, my friend, it's time.

 While we're here - we live in,
 While not everyone is cold,
 Let's together with you
 Take two hundred
 For all that it was.

 That bar of broken dreams
 And songs unsung,
 That sounds countdown
 And comes forward trumpeter.

 He is alone, like you,
 And he sings about it,
 This eternal blues.
 Pour me, my friend, and do not cry.

 While we're here - we live in,
 While not everyone is cold,
 Let's together with you
 Take two hundred
 For all that it was.

 Let's go to the end,
 Where the ball ruled the evening,
 In the Eternal Blues
 Pour me, my friend, and do not cry.