Singer: Alexander Rosenbaum. Page 2

Well, they already like in glize,
At the table we sit, as before.
The glass I drank his, then poured another
And it pushed: "friendship, like, and affection."
I brought them to tears, and withered root,
Vodka pulled the insides humbly.
Yes, but not informed, I his glass raised,
And threw him to his native face.

Well, they already like in glize,
At the table we sit, as before.
The glass I drank his, then poured another
And it pushed: "friendship, like, and affection."
I brought them to tears, and withered root,
Vodka pulled the insides humbly.
Yes, but not informed, I his glass raised,
And threw him to his native face.

Two pairs of honest eyes, as if for the first time,
Looked at me, not looking up.
I dropped them pants, sat on the floor against the wall,
And he smiled and said, "get Dressed..."
The fire in his chest burned, but I stared straight,
As the confused wife in lingerie the familiar.
As my best friend, had to give up sock:
He was at a party, and I, of course, at home.

But since I got a citizen to be,
Never Moscow will not be native,
But I want to know her and love her,
So show Muscovites, city your.

Show me Moscow, I ask.
Maybe air it will breathe.
Show me Moscow without guests
Dome and twilight areas.
Because I believe hundreds of people
Tell about Moscow without hardship.
Because among the rumors is empty
There Arbat is the Donskoy monastery.
And if the rain water spring shed,
I'm happy, I'm happy.
Here Okudzhava we quietly sings:
"Okhotny Ryad Okhotny Ryad".

Hello, everyone.
Ah, do not, Ah, come on.
Hello, everyone.
Gold mine!
Table Your right.
Monya, bis! Monya, Bravo!
Monya is not proud,
Monya drinks on your own.

Who we are with you here, really?
One question and only one answer:
Mon chere amie, we are here with you Michel,
There is no Fatherland and middle names either.
No stranger to first blood fight
I will be the last time watch...
But, Lord, how I want to shoot
Among the middle belt of birches.


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Do you Express all this in a few words,
When dreaming in the Wake of the gulls.
On the compass North-West, thirty-eight knots
And everything sparkles from the gun to the nuts.

I do not regret that I live often as necessary.
Just know that someday one of these days.
All will return, be sure to return again
And the weather, and hope, and the warmth of friends.
So pokocham, to joyful was the moment
Our meeting and she's already not over the hill.
Again in the spring from flying back duck
Stosowanie lakes with blue water.

Under the dusk of the evening the sun tends to the river,
All that was was not known in advance.
Only a bullet in the Cossack steppe catch up,
Only a bullet of a Cossack from his horse shot down.
Pine, birch Lee, shroud my astrovan,
No good sunset but this silence.
Just a saber Cossack in steppe the girlfriend
Just a saber Cossack steppe in the wife.

I remember, long ago, taught me my father and mother:
To treat - so treat! To love!
To walk - so to walk! Shoot - so to shoot!
But ducks are flying high...
To fly - so fly! I'd wave.

Sing me a song, girl, come sing,
About my love that is no more.
The noise outside, the surf...
Come with me to my house.
Take candy and pineapple, and two bottles for us.

Visit us at the light -
Singing violin tenderly and so gently.
Tonight I'm so lonely,
I'm so wet, pour, son.
At home waiting for a cold bed
Drunken neighbor, and in the eyes - lust.
Hello, my old friend, the Maitre d',
Miss, Hello, Rachel!
Today I am sick soul, so let us drink, friends, with me!

Under the alders dozed off, captain young,
Inclined his head to good saddle.
Don't Wake the Cossack, Your honor,
He saw in a dream house, a nurse Yes, willow.
He dreams that he sees don, Yes the stripes of my grandfather,
Yes fellow minions, riding fence,
Yes sister, my girl is hefty harmful
From which the lad ran away into the bushes.
And the window frames, walk sing, Cossacks!
Black eyes in the window that walk sing a Cossack of the don!