Little Dead Bertha

Beers, Girls and Rock'n'Roll

Little Dead Bertha


We a sitting in the room 
And bad wine absorb in brain 
Empty bottles shine on floor 
In hard air of Saturday 
Light of lamp in our heads 
Bring from us this crazy hope 
Give me money dear friends 
And I go in the shop 

Every day destroy my sense 
I make war with my health 
In my dreams and in my soul 
Beers girls and rock'n'roll 

We a living in the world 
Where normal man alone 
But till beer be the cold 
Pleasant state is carryon 
Shine of moon in drunken eyes 
And one wish in our souls 
Crazy dreams and stars in sky 
Many beers and many girls.