Текст песни Серж Курганский - Ушла из дома жена

Left home WIFE

She left the house wife
My black angel, my hell.
There is hope that it
Do not go back.

Vodicka clean glass
For common cute accept,
Let turned up fool
In love with my wife.

He is gone from his wife at home.
Everything was so festive.
Change of world war
And to stop the mess.

We are far away from each other,
Praise be to my hostess,
What cockroaches are gone
From solidarity to it.

He is gone from his wife at home,
And with her debts.
Why spouse need,
When and so have enemies?

I still managed to forgive her,
I put a hundred candles
And invited mourn
Girlfriends emotional about it.

He is gone from his wife at home,
But I, my friends, having fun,
Instead came the silence,
To compose the blues.

You're so yearned to escape,
But then, my dear, good-bye!
You helped me to know
Freedom fabulous paradise.

Arthur Makarov 1997.