Текст песни Виталий Волк - Рестораны

I work as an artist in a tavern, and not a bit sorry about the fate
On his guitar throne I string, and accidentally into your soul look in
The evening in the town of my, of course, we in the restaurant you go
It must have been waiting for luck, I appointed her to a date at this hour

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Restaurants, shops, restaurants - lights beckon us
There champagne fountains, if the money you have in your
There will be a girl - confused, will be red caviar
And of course, the musicians you play until the morning

How many songs have been sung about love, someone bitten lips right up blood
Someone missed a tear in his empty glass, I have one more song you wrote
But I will sing it in the pub, in plain understandable language
To even a drunk could understand that he came to the restaurant tomorrow again

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It does not matter that there are often drunk, and no matter what happens empty pocket
I do not want to cry for his life, just sing a new song for you
I work as an artist in a tavern, and not a bit sorry about the fate
Resting operas resting Tale, rest together with them, I

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