Текст песни Сатана Печёт Блины - fever

stood up, getting dressed. she lay.
I opened the balcony door, went out
look at the lights of Warsaw.
as roofs play with the moon.

I smoked in the twilight of the night.
there was no light in the window frames.
suddenly me, appearing in silence,
he jabbed his guitar lightly in the side.

Elvis Presley. king. great,
that went into another world long ago
whispered melodiously: "is there a whitefish?
there, in hell, my watchman dozed off

I pulled out a cigarette box politely,
held out. and flashed zippo.
he smoked, singing "fever"
wrote on the glass "spasibo"

it was light and quiet in the morning.
I was lying, and she was dressed.
she just said, diving into the exit:
"a cigarette case is lost somewhere"