Текст песни Владимир Асмолов - Я иду в кабак

At the hour when my soul , like a bird ,
Beats in the cell aching bones ,
I do not go to the hospital I was treated,
I do not go to the theater , and the museum

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I'm going to the pub , where the guitarist ,
My friend , I will smile
And the guitar speak again ,
Sing , cry in silence

None of my friends with me good ,
And with me, you do not have a number
Scattered us as a handful of peas ,
Abandoned for some reason, in the white light

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I would propyl bitter resentment
With all the sorrows together.
Only the lonely , as you can see ,
Do not pour any vodka or wine

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