виски ты, поцелуи твои как яд, каждый день дорогой наряд, но знаете чего они хотят Sex и Виски, Кокс Карибский, мак и диски, свежий и быстрый, Sex
Рулик: Виски с колой, там девочки полуголые, Бокалы полные, зеркало, дороги ровные, В нос через доллары, а кто-то мокрым, Кто как, а я пожалуй парочку
За моим окном раняя слёзы плачет по тебе весенний дождь. Там,где ты теперь,всегда морозы и тебя так просто не найдешь. В ящике почтовом так же пусто,может
From the air the fields over Dublin Look like a watercolor When the streets rise up to meet the plane Nobody notices That I miss your face More than anything
но только в чем ее смысл? я сегодня забыл а когда-то я знал то ли где-то прочел то ли кто-то сказал но под действием виски так трудно сконцентрировать
Oh, take the whiskey from my glass and run Yes, take the whiskey from my glass and run Take the love from my heart - take it all now You tear it up and
этот страх Мороз в висках Мне остается Уйти и скулить Грязный след Ушедших обид Мне не забыть Унижение и страх Продолжает бить Мороз в висках
Well, show me the way To the next whiskey bar Oh, don't ask why Oh, don't ask why Show me the way To the next whiskey bar Oh, don't ask why Oh, don't
If this is it, then I've given all I can The road that leads to nowhere has fallen in my hands If this is it, then the needle has been found The haystack
Под стук колес придет рассвет, А за окном тебя уж нет. В какие дальние края все еду я? За шторкой пыльного окна Мелькает странная страна, А впереди туманы
Saw you just the other day I didn?t have the nerve to say But I could never get you off my mind I had to stare a little while I caught you looking back
He comes from the streets, he grew up in the bars He cut his teeth on his daddy?s guitar He lived every line that he?s ever sung He made believers to
Passing through Memphis, one night in May Saw her waiting tables in a Beale Street Blues Cafe The band was playing strong but she was center stage Straight
I drive a big old truck with the tires pumped up I?ve got my hands around a motor all day I?ve got my name on my shirt, a little grease, little dirt But
So far, so fun, the cops done run us off of the DQ lot We burned a tank up, dang near drank up all the beer we bought The trucks done covered up in mud
It?s Friday night, the bar is starting to thump Some sexy senorita is fillin? up my mug Big John Brandt, he?s watchin? the floor He?ll buy you a drink
Born with a baseball and a bat in his hand Daddy had him swinging from the time he could stand Out in the sandlot he was king at the plate He kept his
Sister, hey ain't you something I can tell you fell and skinned your knees Why do you lay there Content to stay there in misery? I know it's rough on
