Текст песни Звинцов Александр - Корешок мой Вовка

Koroshka my vovka from Odessa-mother
Tm in San Francisco, from a young age dreamed
He counts bucks, and I am with a hole in my pocket
And I have not yet become Count Monte Cristo
The chord sounds - the guitar saddened
And for some reason everything is in a minor way
Somewhere in the distance, suddenly, my memory lured
For many years ago
Somewhere in the distance, suddenly, my memory lured
For many years ago
Years fly away, leaving memory
And fate-blotter, everything breaks life
And, what we don’t know, we will put bets
If only we shouldn't wear specialists again
Well, those clothes looked clean
Not everyone, of course, to whom work is a sin
And who is tender in life - they taught there quickly
That hard worker an eternal back bent for everyone
The chord sounds - the guitar saddened
And for some reason everything is in a minor way
Somewhere in the distance, suddenly, my memory lured
For many years ago
Somewhere in the distance, suddenly, my memory lured
For many years ago
Eh, now I would meet you, Koresh
Only I don't shine for a hillock to rush
Maybe this song is sred to your edge
They say - "the world is cramped" - it means - on the good way
The chord sounds - the guitar saddened
And for some reason everything is in a minor way
Somewhere in the distance, suddenly, my memory lured
For many years ago
Somewhere in the distance, suddenly, my memory lured
For many years ago