Текст песни Чиж - Пригородный Блюз

I'm sitting in the outhouse and reading "Rolling Stone",
Venetian in the kitchen spills moonshine,
Faith sleeps in the attic, although the tape recorder,
It's time to wake her, but it will be mauva.

It's raining the second day,
It is necessary to sleep, but to sleep is laziness,
I want to smoke, but there are no cigarettes left ....
I'm afraid to sleep - I'm probably a coward.
There is no money, but there is a suburban blues!

Some madam is calling me the third hour,
It makes me sick, it makes me sick not the first time,
I say to her: "I hate, I do not like and do not want to!" & quot ;,
- I say, - "I'm not here, I've long since left for the doctor" ...

I break the phone,
I'm going to drink moonshine ...
I want to smoke, but there are no cigarettes left ...
I'm afraid to think - I'm probably a coward.
There is no money, but there is a suburban blues!

The clock struck exactly eleven o'clock,
Venetka took the bag with the container and without further ado
I put on my old mac and immediately was like that,
Faith dismounted from the attic to cook us pilaf.

Twenty years - like nonsense,
Twenty troubles - one answer,
I want to smoke, but there are no cigarettes left ...
I'm afraid to live - I'm probably a coward.
There is no money, but there is a suburban blues!