Текст песни Тимур Ведерников - Самурайская Застольная

Azalea blooms peacefully on the table
Rosalia peacefully sad
In his office
Where is the light on the parquet
Bitter drink spilled
And we all sit in the foothills of Fuji
And reach for the root to the ground
Japan is not so far away
When there is wine on the table

And you dial a mysterious number
But you hear only beeps
Rosalia is sleeping
And don't know what at midnight
You make calls to her
Azalea will bloom until spring
If only there were roots in the earth
And the rivers of longing are not so deep
When there is wine on the table

And in the morning you leave the bathroom
Measuring its depth
You look out the window
And it seems strange
What do you see another country
Samurai have long gone home
And geishas in their beds
On this earth we are with a sword and in the saddle
As long as there is wine on the table