Текст песни Юрий Коньков - биллиард

Hush grass on the cloth of events
Rolling ball -tear .
Torn, torn elven thread.
No one to tie them .

In the morning the old man brought a telegram .
What is it? - Oh , nothing :
& quot; Do not buy a butcher and a gram ,
Once he was dancing on the bones & quot ;.

Falling prices for alcohol and bullets
Dreary go.
You see , standing on the balcony buffalo,
It takes hits .

Pockets today carries in tatters ,
Not carried away by the game!
Come to the roof of the night ,
Sit down and close your eyes -

In the distant sky hear someone
Quiet voice :
What is it? - Yes, I want to clean up the Earth ,
Dirty trick overgrown .