Текст песни Ночной кабак - А.Розенбаум

Night.The tobacco has ended. A tavern opens at the corner:
Drunk rubbish lights the tables,
In the dress Christian Dior climbed with difficulty the accordion
and he plays the mourke with grief in half

I'll untie today, brother,
sea ​​knot on an Adam's apple,
drown in a cognac river,
till the morning

And by morning, get disposed
bad night drunk
and back to square one
well, as usual

And by morning, get disposed
bad night drunk
and back to square one
well, as usual

Sommelier, who are you? Otkel? Previously, the head waiter
In a past life not returned from the war
My city in the sea swam away, we forgot on the shore
and we stand guilty without guilt

Staggered to the knees of the pants
Like a boy on the shallows
All that have been drunk,
The Edge of Silence

And in the silence of that outlet
Warm up the souls
In her heart we listen
Uncaused

On the unfashionable restaurant feet beat the waiter
Until the last client, before me
Tipping at a whistle whistled by a white steamer
He changed his flag three times

I wish I could change my skin too,
Just do not get
And I'm deliriously desperate

But God will let us be disposed
My badly drunk zhist
And back to square one
Well, as usual.