Текст песни Вис Виталис - Водки Был Он Полон

VODKA WAS HE FULL
("Jockey full of bourbon" by Tom Waits,
Author's translation by Vis Vitalis)

Edna Milton's mini is just great
The night butterfly is waiting for the minibus
Two hundred shot - it's a pity, it won't get up right now
I'm on the corner in the pouring rain
Sixteen dug on to the dead man's box
A crack in a glass is a shitty sign
Everything swelled until the very end
I'm full of vodka, I can't get up

Hey moth, come back to the house
It's all on fire, your kids are in it
Hey moth, come back to the house
It burns with fire, your kids are in it

I gave a bottle to my sidekick
Shlea fell under the devil's tail
The shadow from the grating and the moon grin
And in the monkey house on the bunk it is tough
Red juice flows from the knife
Flamingo gushes vodka like tea
Another's wife is a tidbit
I can see everything from above, you just know

Like a pile of dirty laundry all life
One drives, the other screams hurray
She said herself: have fun
All the loot until the morning
Edna Milton's mini is just great
The night butterfly is waiting for the minibus
Two hundred shot - it's a pity, it won't get up right now
I'm on the corner in the pouring rain.