Вера Полозкова - Бобби Диллиган - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Buy, my heart, ticket for the last cache

From Limoges to Paris, from Trivandrum in Rishikesh

a table in the back of the chair, behind the dense trim

and the steward is the name of Ramesh

Well, you sit

sing

There, for seven trains from here, seven ships

Those that boosts, walk with those that

When you're looking for in your pocket, five rubles -

drops drama

or a couple of hryvnia

Or here

not torture your wounds, my heart, and do not bloom coal

Going away and what is thrown, do not regret

***

Already night, the moisture puts on the glass, settles the county in the darkness. Heaven blacks than pupils from the magician, and fresh, if you go from the south. From the hospital in Jersey, paper came, very soon there will be tight; "This is for your good," repeats his girlfriend.

Bobby Dilligan Stathen, like an ancient Ellin, the most picturesque of the ruins. He is written letters from the cooler, of the scented widden bedrooms. Bobby, in general, knows what is tightly sick, but not that he is sad: he goes home with tour, fond, and even sentimental.

When Papa Bobby was found dead, the mother was already in the fourth month; He could become the ninth abortion, but did not, and alive, for some kind of black. Bobby walked with a dishepter, put on an enemy knife by the belly, even a couple of times with illegal cargo crossed the border with a neighboring staff; But then suddenly fucked by blues, and the girls already slowed down by Yuz, to park from Kate and Susan, where he sang; and hanging; But where there.

The timbre was a dense of Bobby, the jacket was checkered, the vulture of the double bass to meat wiped. He looked out of death for years, as Greet, but he thought that neither her would not come out. Bobby hated when someone treats him. He still hates.

Bobby played twenty-three concerts, thousands of hearts challenged and burned. He will give his girl everything to the cent, will not show her how he squeezed.

Soon the skin gets off with him, like a zest, and the disease will immobilize him.

In Bobby, there is a blues, from his hot epicenter, he hears a mysterious voice.

***

Go, my heart, somewhere at random

Solar minibus from Svetlogorsk to Kaliningrad

Blue train from New Delhi to Alla'Abad

Cieenfuegos to Trinidad

Out of the sea all this hell

Barcasting on every city and every state

Never come back

Go, my heart, distance, river honey and almonds, banks

Operators 'Waterfon', or 'Aldjaul', or 'Cubasel'

all scratches under water heals salt

all your nightmares are not looking for you, lose the goal

Go away, sorrow a piece, drink thick cane juice or dark rum

Watch how the shadows are laid down,

how the wave pours fused silver;

It will look like the edge of the table in the temple,

When tomorrow they will come for me in four, -

Tiled roofs and dresses thinner than hairs,

not out, glass and chrome,

and not snow, grilled in spiny sand,

that sniffs slowly from turbines, as if the ferry

Still intersecting the airfield