Текст песни Варшавский Черный кофе - Божоле

I know about myself is not hearsay,
I know what I am right and wrong.
And life, she flies non-stop,
Its not povernёsh ago.
A life she and her stepmother, and her mother,
Will beat and rightly so sorry!
And life is a comedy and drama,
And vaudeville until live ...
But when I'm tipsy, tipsy
I again the young and the young:
Going with friends in a cafe,
And the evening and the golden moon.
But when drunk, funny,
Sorrows my far away.
Wine plays a Beaujolais, Beaujolais,
And it promises to & quot; Fireside & quot ;.
I know I is not the case for example,
From such a stupidity I was fired!
But I am for people to know the measure,
So that with a sense of pain and holidays.
No one is waiting for the mysterious summer
Assuming day by day vaunted March.
Nature says that the song is sung,
The deck of cards is no longer left ...
Music: Dmitry Warsaw
Tags: Alexander Shaganov