Ночной кабак - А.Розенбаум
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Night. Tabak got into the angle.
Drunk garbage lights up the tables
Cristiana Dior got an accordion with difficulty in a dress
and plays Murka with grief in half

I will untie today, brother,
Sea knot on the kadyka,
drowning in cognac river,
Until the morning, in the right

And in the morning to settle down
My badly yawn night
And I will return to my circles
Well, as usual

And in the morning to settle down
My badly yawn night
And I will return to my circles
Well, as usual

Sommelier, who are you? Odl? There used to be a meter
In a past life not returning from the war
My city sailed into the seas, I forgot us on the shore
And we stand guilty without guilt

Rolled up to the knees of pants
Like a boy for a shallow
Everything that was bought out,
Hitting silence

And in the silence of that outlet
We warm up souls
In it we listen to our hearts
Restless

A waiter beat about the unfair restaurant
Until the last client, before me
Tips whistled a white pair of paradise under the consumption
He changed his flag three times

I wish I could change my skin too,
It just doesn't work
And I deliriously be out of the way off -road

But God will give to settle down
My badly yielded life
And I will return to my circles
Well, as usual.