Take me into poem you drankard,
Take me unfamiliar friend,
For our lads of the back-yard
We`ve got the last cigarette end.
In half way, half crying, half singing,
I`ll fly from tunnel to tunnel.
The Midnight Express slowly swinging,
Will never take me down to hell.
I was taken by picture you drow
Of we deptors of Heaven, you`right,
And somebody leaving us now
Will meet us on the opposite side.
All frowns, all fights and all fears
May get you again. (you can chek),
Let us get through blizzard and tears,
We have`nt a way to come back!
. Singing your song,
. Let the harmonica play!
. Singing your song `till the morn,
. `Till the morning harmonica play! Da da da...
Вольный перевод с Русского. 1997 г.
А. Ф. Скляр. From Garik Sukachiov
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