Denis Lyubich - Taste Of Whiskey | Текст песни

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• Taste Of Whiskey

This is the taste
of New York nights
scheduled by
grape-colored sunsets.
This is the taste
of jazzy backyards
with purple neons on smoking streets
which are narrowing
and they are narrowing until the dead end.

This is a tiny sound
of a solo
of the longest solo I've ever heard
which is played
by a husky throat of a saxophone.

It's fading out
into a siren
of a mystical police car.

This is the taste
that you want to
try.
This is the taste
which is best for you.
This is the taste,
this is the taste of your life!

Oh yeah!

This is the taste,
it's the taste
of your life.