Lyrics Петр Лещенко - Ты едешь пьяная
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Слова Натальи Поплавской
Ты едешь пьяная и очень бледная
По темным улицам совсем одна.
И смутно помнишь ты ту скобку медную
И штору синюю окна.
А на диване подушки алые,
Духи «Дорсей», коньяк «Мартель».
Глаза янтарные, всегда усталые,
Распухших губ любовный хмель.
Пусть муж обманутый и равнодушный
Жену покорную в столовой ждет.
Любовник знает – она, послушная,
Молясь и плача, опять придет.
Пришлось узнать ей жизнь тротуарную
И быть любовницей не знать кого.
И только хмель один все разрешает –
Позор и стыд не для чего.
А ведь тогда она, счастливая,
В любви и верности клялась.
Теперь, больная и вся разбитая,
К себе домой плелась.
И вот в каморочке муж слезно молится.
Она, родная, уж не живет.
Любовник строгий того не знает,
Что больше нет ее и не придет.
YOU'RE GOING BEER
Music by an unknown author
The words of Natalia Poplavskaya
You're going drunk and very pale
The dark streets are all alone.
And vaguely remember you that brace
And the curtains are blue in the window.
And on the couch cushions scarlet,
Perfume "Dorsey", cognac "Martel".
The eyes are amber, always tired,
Swollen lips love hops.
Let the husband deceived and indifferent
Wife submissive in the dining room waiting.
The lover knows - she, obedient,
Praying and crying, he will come again.
I had to learn her life pavement
And to be the mistress of not knowing who.
And only one thing allows hops -
Shame and shame for nothing.
But then she, happy,
In love and faithfulness she swore.
Now, sick and all broken,
To my own house, I wandered.
And here in the kamorochka the husband praying tearfully.
She, dear, does not live.
A strict lover does not know,
That there is no more of it and will not come.
Music by an unknown author
The words of Natalia Poplavskaya
You're going drunk and very pale
The dark streets are all alone.
And vaguely remember you that brace
And the curtains are blue in the window.
And on the couch cushions scarlet,
Perfume "Dorsey", cognac "Martel".
The eyes are amber, always tired,
Swollen lips love hops.
Let the husband deceived and indifferent
Wife submissive in the dining room waiting.
The lover knows - she, obedient,
Praying and crying, he will come again.
I had to learn her life pavement
And to be the mistress of not knowing who.
And only one thing allows hops -
Shame and shame for nothing.
But then she, happy,
In love and faithfulness she swore.
Now, sick and all broken,
To my own house, I wandered.
And here in the kamorochka the husband praying tearfully.
She, dear, does not live.
A strict lover does not know,
That there is no more of it and will not come.