Приятели Покойного - Блюз
текст песни

Someone sees the moon in the dark sky,
And someone looks at the puddles -
You can see much better in them.
Someone crawls into a hole in fear,
And someone remains on top
Without a helmet and without armor.

Someone hides, someone sharpens knives,
And someone stumbles upon them,
And the sun immediately fades.
Someone sees sweet dreams,
And someone is on a drinking binge again
Moans all night from nightmares.

Someone walks among ladies and gentlemen,
And someone lives on pipes
And no longer believes in miracles.
Someone sheds tears and sweat,
And someone laughs at everything,
Confident that he will be saved.

Someone called on luck and now -
Stretched again on the rack,
Breathing through torn nostrils.
Someone knows all the moves in advance.
Cursing himself afterwards,
He will step on the same rake.