Buddy from Connecticut

Оригинал — Парень из Иваново (Алексей Петренко)

There's the album in my hand
Filled with photos of my folk.
I am leaving native land
With your image that can't talk

Carriage turns to overload
Back to Florida again
Whiskey only, no jackpot
Getting on we're swinging train

I'm just a singer, please, don't shot,
Buddy from Connecticut,
Buddy from Connecticut.
Please, give back your heavy Colt
Buddy from Connecticut,
Buddy from Connecticut.

Day was spent while we just say
That was splendid, зашибись
We have just passed through Palm Bay
I smoked there, I'm proud of this

Colours' bustle of the life's
Shattering my peace and quite
Soul is under body knifes
I’ll return in a fortnight

I'm just a singer, please, don't shot,
Buddy from Connecticut,
Buddy from Connecticut.
Please, give back your heavy Colt
Buddy from Connecticut,
Buddy from Connecticut.

I'm just a singer, please, don't shot,
Buddy from Connecticut,
I'm just a singer, please, don't shot.