Текст песни Владимир Сысков - Александр Кушнер. Среди знакомых ни одна

Among friends , none
Do not throw a wad of money in flames ,
It does not falter , falling into a fever ,
In the doorway , pale linen.

In concert cold or Square
Warming up a little ,
Do not blow over , and thank God ,
Six-shooter .

So I would have thought that nonsense
All these shadows fatal ,
Had it not been crazy shoes ,
Not this one, from a distance , hello .

Razyat cheap perfume ,
He does not want to reserve a wise ,
With cheeks wipes tears with powder
And loves terrible poetry.

Alexander Kushner