Avenue B

Lyrics

Sitting in a Russian bath-house on Avenue B No matter how much we sweat, we just can't agree Ай, разминку ёршиком проводим мы Nobody learn no nothing from no history Tall little Sally plays with magic pebbles Dasha sells equipment to the Chechnya rebels Я выхожу из анала в астрал Там много, чего слушал, но не записал Несмотря на США, не потерял азарта Бухаю строго каждое восьмое марта Sitting in the bath-house on Avenue B And never agree Sally, all empires fall, even trends they fade away Even complete strangers can lead you astray But goddamnit, this round is on me Nobody learns no nothing from no history Oh little Sally, my darling, your panic so charming Your shopping techniques are amazing Celebrity erudition disarming Oh little Sally, my darling, your panic so charming Oh little Sally, my darling ... Yura, viruchai! (Yura viruchil!) Sitting in a Russian bath-house on Avenue B No matter how much we sweat, we just can't agree Ah-uh-uh-uh Not me, not you!