Текст песни Blues-собеседник - Перекур

smoko
Sang saxophone in a minor key, the saxophonist was drunk -
vital flaws, contradictions sea.
Tiny girl's soul penetrated bass -
In a note to the seventh time he gets to the point.
 Chorus: And I sipped sensemilyu (wind brought me on trial)
 He sang of love to the grave, but in priblatnёnnom style.
 What is rock 'n' roll that everyday - gray we will not.
 Rasta sometimes dangerous, but a smoke - and that's that!
Drummer napped hi-hat on the howling Sting
he dreamed of blonde in a red convertible.
Keyboardist in Coy measure was an honest man,
thought that all of us in psihonevrodispansere.
 Chorus.
So, as the fermented malt life of rock 'n' roll does not age,
guitarist and our know - in the beginning was the solo!
 Chorus: And I sipped sensemilyu saw long distances,
 where you and I were not known by name.
 So, that rock 'n' roll that everyday - gray we will not.
 Rasta is always beautiful, so a smoke - and that's that!

February 2007