The evening crept up from behind, the whole city covered with it
And it must be fun, how can we be?
I know you will hear - you will respond to the call
I'll call you - you be ready.
Clutched in his hand, his last ruble, leave there, leave the place
Where we're poured a glass of illusions and ice is thrown, and ice is thrown.
And again, the whole evening will jam the crowd of guitar sounds,
Tobacco smoke will cover shoulders, and the nylon will melt.
How easy for me! How easy for me!
What can flutter out of the window?
Tormented singer's voice, flashing lights in the hall,
But they don't annoy us, no.
And we will still order, coins will not be enough though,
You know, I am not in a hurry to pay.
Let's give each other's hands, because this evening is not for sleeping,
And we will famously dance the boogie-woogie, and what's left to us?
Let someone's opinion again deceive, let the dance be passionate
Hey, musician! Beat the drums, encore! Encore!
How easy for me! How easy for me!
What can flutter out of the window?
Encore! Encore! Encore!