Дурачок - Буерак

А дождь размывает все мои краски.

Я чувства свои рисовал без огласки.

Но, память не смоет тот день,

Когда я встретил тебя у двора.

Разорваны нити моих отношений.

Я даже не знаю какой день недели;

Но, помню всегда те слова,

Что ты мне донесла из окна.

Ты не подходи, мне такого не надо.

Из глаз текли слёзы, где-то в рёбрах бил ток.

Ты не подходи, я люблю бандюгана;

А, с гитарой в руках - ты такой дурачок!

Ты не подходи, мне такого не надо.

Из глаз текли слёзы, где-то в рёбрах бил ток.

Ты не подходи, я люблю бандюгана;

А, с гитарой в руках - ты такой дурачок!

Я помню слова, что мне ты сказала:

"У тебя нету денег, ты дурачок".

Любимому ты в лагеря написала -

"У него в сердце блюз,

А не твой глупый рок".

Я помню слова, что мне ты сказала:

"У тебя нету денег, ты дурачок".

Любимому ты в лагеря написала -

"У него в сердце блюз,

А не твой глупый рок".

Ты не подходи, мне такого не надо.

Из глаз текли слёзы, где-то в рёбрах бил ток.

Ты не подходи, я люблю бандюгана;

А, с гитарой в руках - ты такой дурачок!

Ты не подходи, мне такого не надо.

Из глаз текли слёзы, где-то в рёбрах бил ток.

Ты не подходи, я люблю бандюгана;

А, с гитарой в руках - ты такой дурачок!

And the rain washes away all my colors.

I painted my feelings without publicity.

But the memory won't wash away that day

When I met you at the yard.

The threads of my relationship are severed.

I don't even know what day of the week;

But I always remember those words

What did you bring me from the window.

You don't come, I don't need this.

Tears were flowing from my eyes, a current was beating somewhere in my ribs.

Don't come near me, I love a gangster;

And, with a guitar in your hands - you are such a fool!

You don't come, I don't need this.

Tears were flowing from my eyes, a current was beating somewhere in my ribs.

Don't come near me, I love a gangster;

And, with a guitar in your hands - you are such a fool!

I remember the words that you said to me:

"You don't have money, you fool."

You wrote to your beloved in the camps -

"He's got the blues in his heart,

Not your stupid rock."

I remember the words that you said to me:

"You don't have money, you fool."

You wrote to your beloved in the camps -

"He's got the blues in his heart,

Not your stupid rock."

You don't come, I don't need this.

Tears were flowing from my eyes, a current was beating somewhere in my ribs.

Don't come near me, I love a gangster;

And, with a guitar in your hands - you are such a fool!

You don't come, I don't need this.

Tears were flowing from my eyes, a current was beating somewhere in my ribs.

Don't come near me, I love a gangster;

And, with a guitar in your hands - you are such a fool!