Текст песни Вадим и Валерий Мищуки - Портвейн блюз

A bottle of port wine crashed on a stone
And chernozem absorbed sweet moisture.
Tell me what should I do with your hands?
Tell me, where can we get another bottle?

Forgive me that the speeches are hot and ardent,
Forgive the turns with the beginning on "yo".
After all, you didn't just break the bottle -
You broke my heart with the bottle.

Airplanes are flying, steamers are sailing
Trains follow the usual route.
And there will be more hikes for port wine,
But there will never be happiness.

Let the aura of romanticism be dispelled
Let the nightingales no longer sing to us,
But I won't forget a bottle of port
Spring and your holey hands.