One day, to me, the devil came,
He told me about something that I did not ask
He said that he is waiting for me to come: in the mad house ...
But I said that I still pickings
And for him to go home, I do not want
And what more, I will stay a long life ...
But, the devil began to offer whiskey;
And he said that he wanted to dance,
Jazz dance.
He said that he can perform only one
desire: a great mine,
But, then
I must give his ...
And I told him
That the soul will not give
Let roll-out, I'll do it myself,
I do not need such dreams ...
But, the devil began to offer whiskey;
And he said that he wanted to dance,
Jazz dance.
Death-jazz, dance!