Майк Науменко - Пригородный блюз
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(Mikhail (Mike) Naumenko)

I am sitting in the toilet and reading "Rolling Stone"
Venechka in the kitchen pours moonshine
Vera sleeps in the attic, although he yells a tape recorder
It's time to wake her long ago, but it will be a moveton

It rains the second day, you need to sleep, but laziness sleep
I want to smoke, but there is no cigarette left

I'm afraid to sleep, I am a coward
There is no money, but there is a suburban blues

Some Madame calls me the third hour
I feel sick of her, not the first time he is sick
I tell her I hate, I do not like and do not want
I say: "I am not here, I went to the doctor for a long time"

I break the phone, go to drink moonshine
I want to smoke, but there is no cigarette left

I'm afraid to think, I'm probably a coward
there is no money, but there is a suburban blues

The clock broke exactly 11 hours
Venechka took a bag with a container and without unnecessary words
put on my old Macintosh and that hour was such
Vera got off the attic to cook us pilaf

20 years old, like nonsense, 20 troubles - one answer
I want to smoke, but there is no cigarette left

I'm afraid to live, I'm probably a coward
there is no money, but there is a suburban blues
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(Sweet N and others, CD #1, 1980)