Текст песни Улицы Разбитых Фонарей - Ментовский блюз

In a circle of friends , a jazz
Nice to pass the time ,
When the late hour .
Let 's head is spinning a little wine
And let him sing string.
Postpone all cases
Problems and concerns of the day ,
Without number .
And will sing , throwing cargo sad thoughts ,
Cop blues.

      Years will pass and maybe
      And the circumstances and time .
      We will be able to separate .
      On duty, we have no control over themselves
      Alas , sometimes ...
      But you and I know ,
      What we still get together ,
      and then
      Sing , that was even stronger our union
      Cop blues.

Let saxophone sounds
Note for note in the silence of the night
Let the flies .
Glowing candles , reflected in the mirrors ,
In the glass, and in the eyes .
In a circle of friends for jazz
We take a break from everyday life difficult
At this late hour .
And will sing , throwing cargo sad thoughts ,
Cop blues.