Lyrics Ира Ежова - Летит Литейный

Foundry flew towards the station,
I walked without money and without shoes.
She, my beloved, said
that I will end in the wilds of taverns.

I left cool, bye bye
Direct route, through taverns
I sit and beer, bitter salt beer
Waiter! For little! Salute!

She was cowardly like a frog
And as cold as a vinigret
She wanted for her husband’s bed
Well, of course, for me.

I went cool, bye bye
Direct route, through taverns
I sit and beer, yellow salt beer
Waiter! One hundred fifty! Salute!

The tavern is buzzing like a hall of expectation
And I do not expect anything from life
All that hurts, of course, will stop
And flash like frames from a movie

I left cool, bye-bye!
The direct route, through the taverns,
I sit and yellow salt beer.
Waiter! Four hundred ! Salute!

Swaying as the foundations of the state
I go out one of the tavern
I drank everything - a bow tie and a tie,
And a memory of love, for sure

I went cool, bye bye
Direct route, through taverns
I sit and beer, bitter salt beer
Waiter! Paul Banks and Salute