Текст песни Купола - В кабаке

In a tavern with you sat
They drank vodka and ate
At the table next door
We spotted the boy

Sadness is bitterly puzzled
It's like a knocker appointed
Screws her brows
To a glass of wine

His beard hanging down
Hair to the shoulders
Beauty shines
Eye does not save

To our question what happened
The guy silently prayed
And he answered quietly after
For the affairs of strangers I have to keep an answer

chorus:
Ah, Jesus, you are Jesus
Well, let tears well and let
In the tavern at the Petrogradskaya
We can not get the garbage
Ah, Jesus, you are Jesus
Chase away sadness
We show we show
Those goats to those goats

I remember how we were mated
They did not allow me to sit with my brother
Koresh was the best
The rat crazy

The Prosecutor appointed his own term
And thus puzzled
Why did they close me
I'm not a thieves

We drank we had a bite
And with a little brother
We forgot to ask you
Whose boy are you?

Our friend got excited
And smiled with a squint.
Mother should you know
In the criminal world of Murka

chorus:
Ah, Jesus, you are Jesus
In the sleeve trump ace
Let them die in the infirmary
All sworn enemies
Ah, Jesus, Jesus Christ
Dry your eyes with tears
Remember you are in the world white
Years are best