Billy's Band - Блюз в голове - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

One night I went down to the bar, took a whiskey in a brown cardboard package, squatted down at the bar counter, poured the whole portion of this poisonous joy into myself, went upstairs, screamed into the toilet and.. and wrote a new blues. Initially it was called,, breakfast by the elevator, and according to the idea it was supposed to be a dance, all this was done with one single purpose, to seduce one divorced waitress from an Irish bar not far away but she... she turned out to be so cold, damn cold, colder than the asses of the diggers wells, and nothing came of it, and the dance turned out to be somehow not danceable, I felt very uneasy and was constantly haunted by this smell, you know, the smell of crushed ladybugs, and the song began to be called simply, “Blues in the head,” and then I thought that the head maybe this is not the worst localization of blues in the human body, even if it’s better in the head than somewhere else...elsewhere...