Angleterre,Angleterre, Angleterre,
my father sells hats,
evening shines in the window
dead fallen woman,
he's young, my father.,
long drove Nakhimov,
the door opened in Angleterre,
Serge greeted happily.
in the room the noise,
no birches, no stove,
whores from all sides,
Jew pours vodka.
sleep, tomorrow will meet again.
you will shake his hand wearily,
on divorced bridges,
we're looking for anyone.
row will meet again
© Copyright: Ниил Журавлев, 2019
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