Oh, Balyshev!
This morning
you made me upset.
I'm not angry,
but I'm still staying sad.
I was waiting for
sing a song with you.
But you wasn't there
and it made me blue.
And I sing by my broken heart
Balyshev Blues!
Oh, Kolya!
Save my mind
from this wild fire!
I want' sing with you -
that's my wish and my desire!
I don't want your love,
I don't need your kiss!
Just to sing with you -
that's my only bliss.
Oh, Kolya! Just sing with me please!
(bridge)
Oh, my tormentor!
It's a moment for confession -
sex and fame, and money
can't be a reason of my depression.
And I lose control
cause my sadness grew,
I sit in my chair
And I sing this blues.
Yes, I sing by my broken heart
this Balyshev blues...
(coda)
Don't give me a reason to abuse
And kick to your head my golden shoes!
Don't make me unhappy
and sing with me
this Balyshev Blues!
Balyshev Blues
© Copyright: Светлана Бедринец, 2011
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