Текст песни Сатана Печёт Блины - Бородатый блюз

how many miles I went to nowhere
deeper sadness all long beard
in my beard glasses lived days
in my beard glasses lived days

how much I drank wine barrels
how many disputes and fights at the table until dark
I was looking for but it makes no sense makes no sense
in my beard stёlka past years

I'm frustrated as a union
I pour the tears I had fun
It sounds the whole prospectus
bearded blues

It sounds the whole prospectus
bearded blues

how much I drank wine barrels
how many disputes and fights until dark
how many miles to nowhere
and all long beard

dead as a union
bearded blues