bourbon bluese

yep it real bourbon bluese.
it musik in me ears and whiskey in me cup.
i have the skill what dont't think. i long study it.
ocause the thoughts that come to me do not belong to me.
i remrmbered about the joung man. he is dead long time ago.
i almost dont't knew with him - nodding acquaintance.
all called him Rabbit.
he go left to live in Deutsh and long live there
and suddenly died
he was a handsome young man
Having matured, he of course remained handsome,
but suddenly he died.
For a young man, sudden death is strange.
- you know, the Rabbit died.
- Oh my God.
hi, tell me, what a ting do you have to my bottle?
I didn't think about him
I didn't think about you
this mood is similar to that.
you couldn't hear, these are modern tracks
Several years have already passed.
I bet I know what you drank in your Germany.
don't be sad!
too few. Yes, I know.
I don't remember your name. Why was the name Rabbit?
Do you remember we were on the subway?
the train went along the top and not underground
the sun was shining we had fun
we had the same white T-shirts, I remember
we hardly knew each other

translit translated I didn’t have time to quickly reminisce the words and rules.
those weren't words?
did you love the blues? clear in your Germany?
for you
Yes.
It's clear.
no one is sad.