Текст песни Воздушный шариков - В кабаке портовом

In the tavern of the port

We sat in a tavern port
And drank yellow, yellow wine
And talked a long, long
About fits of melancholy and spleen

We sat in a tavern port
And hands folded, yearning
And the sailors entertained rum
And shuffled deck of cards

We stand someone shouted loudly:
Get away with your hips to hell
If I am tempted to tender
I stroked the dog's snout

Shrieking violin is so unusual
Rats came running from a nearby dam
Drops of yellow light hanging
Under the black ceiling lamp

The ancient cracks in the walls fun
Clogged the last year
We hang your morning hangover
On tap water pipeline

We let the violin every night
Play something gentle needful bar
And a glass of wine on the tube
All go to Zanzibar

We were in the port tavern ...