Благородный Джентельмен из хорошей семьи. - Harp. Все мы живет в Желтой подводной лодке... - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

One time I was returning home late at night. The night was pitch black and I was damn drunk! I went and played timeless works on my then brilliant harp. Near one of the entrances stood a gentleman dressed all in black. He was talking by telegraph to his lady and smoking a cigar. Seeing me, he smiled, put down his telegraph for a couple of seconds and called me out. "George!" - he said - “can you play for my lady?” . "Ladies?" I was surprised (since he was completely alone) - “where is she?” He pointed to the telegraph in his hand and smiled broadly again. Like any real gentleman, I could not refuse such a small request from an old friend whom I have known for a couple of minutes. I sobered up for a couple of minutes, took a deep breath and blasted the most luxurious music I had heard on my old ranch over the telegraph speakerphone. When the air in my chest ran out, he smiled broadly again, reached into his deep pocket of his black coat and pulled out a bottle of good port. The pot wine was really damn good and I became drunk again. We parted as good friends...

P.S. The story is based on real events.