Singer: Alexander Rosenbaum. Page 1

Come, ride, fly a siren,
White nights in Leningrad.
Near the "Copper horse" you kiss me,
And then home, on the Petrograd.

The most advanced, exemplary, dashing -
First guards substation.
Dr. Boone and Alperovich,
Regelman, Gilgoff, and N. L
Gur-Arieh, of Simuni, Lechter with Rohman...
That is not a physician - a Jew:
Stilbans, Suses and Paley,
Rosenbaum, Shnol and Kogan Hoffmann.


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And Pushkarskaya to the Citizen, two of the bum downstairs early in the morning
Drank half of the bottle and suddenly decided,
One of them is wrong, the result is in the head hole,
That's what the eyes, is poured in the morning.
And Crosses, and timelines, and Skvortsova, and Stepan
We carry clients around the clock -
Drunken, broken, drunks, corpses, psychos, kids,
"Soon" is not comic.
Nine-nine-eight-eight, do not ask for mercy,
Labour like the Negroes on the plantations...

Traffic lights, give visa runs "fast" on the call.
Someone at Pushkar pants,
There is anxiety on the face, is magnesia in a syringe,
Right now, it will be fine.
This is not for fun, more effective than no treatment,
Than its subsurface introduction.
After ten cubes if you didn't healthy
So, this is a misunderstanding.
Fly, opens it, says: "I am dying,
You wait, sooner in the coffin settles".
Immediately in the vein of diphenhydramine in the mouth habitually validol!
"Doctor, I, Oh, better don't You think?"


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And we're not like at home where there is no war and have long been familiar,
Where you see corpses once a year, pilots, where the clouds do not "bring down" the helicopters,
And we go from anger clenched teeth, dry vodka wetting his lips,
Coming from Pakistan, caravans, and so there is a job for "Tulip",
And, that's a job for "Tulip"...

When in the oases of Jalalabad fell to the wing, our Tulip fell.
We cursed all his work, again Bacha (boy) summed loss company...
In Sochi, Kandahar and Bagram again, the soul lay a heavy stone,
Again, to carry home heroes. which in twenty years of digging graves.
Which in twenty years digging graves...
But we gotta get, gotta get ready, if you break, then you can run into here
Mountains shoot stinger takes off if you run into, the guys the second time will die.

In Afghanistan, in "the Black Tulip",
C vodka in a glass, we sail silently over the land...
Mournful bird across the border
Russian lightning carries children back home.
In "the Black Tulip" those who have jobs,
Go home sweet, lie in the ground.
In indefinite vacation, torn to shreds,
They never, never warm to hug the shoulders.


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Do not turn the steering, something I chore
Very close to the ground,
Well you lorry?
You close your eyes, don't look, brother,
From the cockpit the blood, but the wheel - Alai...
They still bear, but the heart is all
Rose...

Do not turn the steering, something I chore
Very close to the ground,
Well you lorry?
You close your eyes, don't look, brother,
From the cockpit the blood, but the wheel - Alai...
They still bear, but the heart is all
Rose...

Lights through the snow burn, Shine into the open mouth,
Shrivelled Leningrad... Brown bread waiting for!..
Remember space noisy space
There is now a not - ate Cesar...
There is now not a laugh, not the capital, rabble -
Along the wall on the snow, the people fall -
Hunger...
And then, in a sleigh driven
Naked...

In the fingers of your breathing - not to amorosity would
To you again in a hurry Ladoga lake.
Long before morning, in the darkness of flak hit,
In the spotlight "Junkers" roar
The precipice to the bottom of cracked ice,
Black water and the engine roars:
"VP-R-R-ravo!"
Well, do not let you alone now
Right...

Girl,
Tomorrow morning, you again will come back to me,
My dear, feigele my Grustnaja,
Dad in your ear Mays would say, laughing.
People are different, and different songs...
Who will dress them all up then fashion?..
Oh, vey!
There was a time were force to live not in a hurry.
Sometimes richer than a beggar, one who does not have time to save.
The one nobody nowhere nothing holds.
Thread, velvet-Yes, needles - that's all.
Yes, the Talmud on the shelf, as if life was going.
Only life I see less and less, less, less...

Quiet in Paradise...
Stars over the place high and bright.
I sing, I design.
Fall, night.
Relax, kids, the day was very hot.
By stitch stitch. penny became heavy.
Oh, vey!
There was a time was power, but is not the same.
Years hair, squinted, wiped my coat.
He lived a Jew, so he said that everything passes.

Ivan cold waiting in the Christmas summer dream
Heat "let's go" we're not looking for a Blizzard-Blizzard.
Only the burka Cossack in the steppe village
Only the burka Cossack in the steppe bed.
Put the braid his grandma for a bit
Ad dition, which is already there, it was used far.
Only the song of the Cossack in steppe the help
Only with the song of the Cossack to die easily.