Vladimir Vysotsky. At the cemetery (№ 380503)

Us destiny strange
Worried night and day,
And bite each other in the meetings,
Toil, tear the throat.
And my family - a pack of scandalous,
This drunken, pugnacious neighbor,
You apartment, my utilities,
Day and night rest is not.
And at the cemetery so quietly,
Among willows, poplars and birches,
All kulturnenko all dignified
And there solved the housing problem.