Андрей Макаревич - Варьете - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Ah variges, variety - noise in my head

We seem to meet somewhere? For sure!

She smiles to everyone ... No, only to you, but somehow not really and very far from afar

Most likely midnight, and the restaurant is closed,

home from tobacco sphmes and wine puddles

Today, her captain came again ...

In my opinion, she is lying to her at all her husband

And at home the account for the gas and the light and unambiguous cat; she is twenty seven years

She is still not enough, and not her fault, that all the time with someone and all the time

And a small table, and a buried sofa, he came yesterday, but was great drunk

He pulls the time again, the year ends, and no one else will take ...

Ah variges, variety - noise in my head

We seem to meet somewhere? For sure!

She smiles to everyone ... No, only to you, but somehow not really and very far from afar

Her Morning is our evening, on the subway Pyhat

This is her job, and people - zabak

And again sparkles, and again makeup for a hundred beautiful women and elegant men

And closer to the night and these, and they will look at each other in the dark

But wine and a glass of empty, he confused again and left on the other

And she waited for another but went with him, perhaps, because dark or smoke

And in the morning the error, of course, will pop up; He will be embarrassed, she will leave, but tomorrow, perhaps, they are waiting for success, because our variety is open to everyone!

Ah variges, variety - noise in my head

We seem to meet somewhere? For sure!

She smiles to everyone ... No, only to you, but somehow it is not true and very afar ...

She smiles to everyone ... No, only to you, but somehow it is not true and very afar ...

She smiles to everyone ... no, only you ...