Lyrics Михаил Шуфутинский - В ресторане
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Вот опять я с вами в ресторане,
Голос мой немножечко хмельной.
Мне в угарном, пьяном балагане
Легче петь, чтоб не дружить с тоской.
Эх, ты жизнь, летишь и мчишься,
Не жалея седока.
Эх, ты жизнь, моя жар-птица,
Ты теперь в руках у кабака.
Я то с радостью, то с грустью
Пропою про жизнь свою,
Если сердце не отпустит,
Никого не упрекну.
И пускай для сумасбродов
Жизнь проносится стрелой,
Что мне годы, что невзгоды,
Я пою пока живой.
Звон бокалов и улыбки женщин,
Этот ресторанный натюрморт.
Я за годы стал любить не меньше,
Здесь теперь душа моя живёт.
Эх, ты жизнь, летишь и мчишься,
Не жалея седока.
Эх, ты жизнь, моя жар-птица,
Ты теперь в руках у кабака.
Я то с радостью, то с грустью
Пропою про жизнь свою,
Если сердце не отпустит,
Никого не упрекну.
И пускай для сумасбродов
Жизнь проносится стрелой,
Что мне годы, что невзгоды,
Я пою пока живой.
Here again I am with you in the restaurant,
My voice is a little drunk.
I'm in a carbon monoxide, drunken booth
It's easier to sing, so as not to be friends with longing.
Eh, you are life, you fly and rush,
Not sparing the rider.
Eh, you are life, my firebird,
You are now in the hands of the tavern.
I am with joy, sometimes with sadness
I will sing about my life
If the heart does not let go
I will not reproach anyone.
And let it be for the madmen
Life is like an arrow
What are the years for me, what are the hardships,
I sing while I'm alive.
The clinking of glasses and the smiles of women
This restaurant still life.
Over the years I began to love no less
My soul lives here now.
Eh, you are life, you fly and rush,
Not sparing the rider.
Eh, you are life, my firebird,
You are now in the hands of the tavern.
I am with joy, sometimes with sadness
I will sing about my life
If the heart does not let go
I will not reproach anyone.
And let it be for the madmen
Life is like an arrow
What are the years for me, what are the hardships,
I sing while I'm alive.
My voice is a little drunk.
I'm in a carbon monoxide, drunken booth
It's easier to sing, so as not to be friends with longing.
Eh, you are life, you fly and rush,
Not sparing the rider.
Eh, you are life, my firebird,
You are now in the hands of the tavern.
I am with joy, sometimes with sadness
I will sing about my life
If the heart does not let go
I will not reproach anyone.
And let it be for the madmen
Life is like an arrow
What are the years for me, what are the hardships,
I sing while I'm alive.
The clinking of glasses and the smiles of women
This restaurant still life.
Over the years I began to love no less
My soul lives here now.
Eh, you are life, you fly and rush,
Not sparing the rider.
Eh, you are life, my firebird,
You are now in the hands of the tavern.
I am with joy, sometimes with sadness
I will sing about my life
If the heart does not let go
I will not reproach anyone.
And let it be for the madmen
Life is like an arrow
What are the years for me, what are the hardships,
I sing while I'm alive.