Текст песни В. Асмолов - Я иду в кабак

At the hour when my soul is like a bird ,
Beats in the cell aching bones ,
Do not I go to the hospital for treatment ,
I do not go to the theater , and the museum

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I go to the pub , where a guitarist,
My friend , I will smile
Guitars and spoke again ,
Sing , cry in silence

Not with me my good friends ,
And you beside me there
We are scattered like a handful of peas ,
Abandoned for some reason, in the white light

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I would propyl bitter resentment
With all the sorrows together.
Only the lonely , apparently,
Do not pour any vodka or wine

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