Текст песни Улицы разбитых фонарей - Ментовский блюз

In a circle of friends, a jazz
Nice to pass the time,
When the late hour.
Let's head is spinning a little wine
And let him sing string.
Postpone all cases
Problems and concerns of the day,
Without number.
And will sing, throwing cargo sad thoughts,
Cop blues.

      Years will pass and maybe
      And the circumstances and time.
      We will be able to separate.
      On duty, we have no control over themselves
      Alas, sometimes ...
      But you and I know,
      What we still get together,
      And then
      Sing, that was even stronger our union
      Cop blues.

Let saxophone sounds
Note for note in the silence of the night
Let the flies.
Glowing candles, reflected in the mirrors,
In the glass, and in the eyes.
In a circle of friends for jazz
We take a break from everyday life difficult
At this late hour.
And will sing, throwing cargo sad thoughts,
Cop blues.