Lyrics Александр Ф. Скляр - Кислое Вино
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Был праздник, были гости,
Они пили вино, говорили тосты,
Им было наплевать на мой день рожденья,
Они пили мой чай, жрали варенье.
Говорили о погоде, о том, что в моде,
О том, что не в моде и опять о погоде.
Сделало дело кислое вино
Разлилось по венам, стало тепло!
Было воскресенье, а может быть суббота,
Или праздник - никто не работал.
С утра молчали, никому не отвечали
Наглые рожи полные печали.
Затем по глоточку за обедом,
Приятно очень, куда-то еду.
Сделало дело сладкое вино,
Разлилось по венам, стало тепло!
Сделало дело старое вино,
Разлилось по венам, стало тепло!
Сделало дело крепкое вино,
Разлилось по венам, стало тепло!
Они пили вино, говорили тосты,
Им было наплевать на мой день рожденья,
Они пили мой чай, жрали варенье.
Говорили о погоде, о том, что в моде,
О том, что не в моде и опять о погоде.
Сделало дело кислое вино
Разлилось по венам, стало тепло!
Было воскресенье, а может быть суббота,
Или праздник - никто не работал.
С утра молчали, никому не отвечали
Наглые рожи полные печали.
Затем по глоточку за обедом,
Приятно очень, куда-то еду.
Сделало дело сладкое вино,
Разлилось по венам, стало тепло!
Сделало дело старое вино,
Разлилось по венам, стало тепло!
Сделало дело крепкое вино,
Разлилось по венам, стало тепло!
There was a holiday, there were guests,
They drank wine, toasted,
They did not care about my birthday,
They were drinking my tea, eating jam.
They talked about the weather, about what's in vogue,
About what is not in vogue and again about the weather.
Made a business of sour wine
Spilled over the veins, it became warm!
It was Sunday, maybe Saturday,
Or a holiday - no one worked.
In the morning they were silent, they did not answer anyone.
Insolent faces full of sadness.
Then, on a sip at dinner,
It's very nice, I'm going somewhere.
Made a sweet wine deal,
Spilled over the veins, it became warm!
Made an old wine business,
Spilled over the veins, it became warm!
Made a strong wine business,
Spilled over the veins, it became warm!
They drank wine, toasted,
They did not care about my birthday,
They were drinking my tea, eating jam.
They talked about the weather, about what's in vogue,
About what is not in vogue and again about the weather.
Made a business of sour wine
Spilled over the veins, it became warm!
It was Sunday, maybe Saturday,
Or a holiday - no one worked.
In the morning they were silent, they did not answer anyone.
Insolent faces full of sadness.
Then, on a sip at dinner,
It's very nice, I'm going somewhere.
Made a sweet wine deal,
Spilled over the veins, it became warm!
Made an old wine business,
Spilled over the veins, it became warm!
Made a strong wine business,
Spilled over the veins, it became warm!