Текст песни Машина Времен - Мой друг один играет блюз

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Raised gate empty pocket .
He was not young, and always drunk .
He is on edge - not suitable.
He leaves is always the same .

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CHORUS : But my best friend playing the blues.
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Coolest one around he plays the blues.

He does not know the buzzwords .
He thinks you for goats .
Even in the morgue , he will play -
On the enthusiasm he did not care .

CHORUS .

Night exhale - day on the breath.
Those who did not survive - and he was dead .
Doomed flying soul .
From the saxophone to the knife .

CHORUS .

Solo ...

CHORUS .

Raised gate empty pocket .
He was not young, and always drunk .
Doomed flies shower
From the saxophone to the knife .

CHORUS .