Текст песни Гера Моралес - В вечерних ресторанах

In the evening restaurants,
In Paris booths,
In deshovom electric paradise
All night wrung her hands
Rage and anguish
And people something to sing plaintively

Ringing, humming jazz bands,
And the evil monkey
I Scalia mutilated mouths.
And I curve and drunk
I called them in the oceans
And rolling in them shompanskoe flowers.

And when the morning comes,
I wander the boulevard sleepy
Where in fright even children
Run away from me
I'm tired old clown
I wave a cardboard sword
And in the glow of my crown
Dying luminary of the day.

Ringing, humming jazz bands
Dancing monkey
And furiously celebrate Christmas
And I curve and drunk
Asleep at the piano
Under this wild buzz and celebration.

On the tower chimes sounding,
Leave musicians
And the tree burned down until the end.
Lackeys extinguish candles
Long subsided speech
And I really can not lift the face.

And then with the extinct tree
Quietly jumped Yellow Angel.
And he said: & quot; Maestro, poor,
You're tired, you're sick.
Say you in brothels
At night, singing tango?
Even in our bright sky
Were all surprised & quot ;.

And her face in her hands
I listened to the cruel speech.
Tailcoat wiping tears,
Tears of pain and shame.
And high in the blue sky
God burns candles.
And the sad yellow Angel
Quietly melted without a trace ...