Song: At the cemetery

Old people, I Shakespeare before calling
I used Hamlet would write, friends,
But critics of no recognition
From the police no peace.
And the cemetery, according to tradition,
Anyone not hear, not see,
No critics, no police,
Exceptional grace.


Vladimir Semenovich Vysotskiy kladbischenskie tittypalace

Here, for example, want to drink you
And you to drink never give
All creak Yes threaten detox,
Yes, drunk soul spit.
And at the cemetery so quietly,
Away from the public,
All kulturnenko all dignified,
And appetizer on the mound.

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.

A quarter of a century in the works, Yes, care, I,
All the run, in a hurry, Yes hurry,
But as the time will stand free
In the churchyard to walk out.
There at the cemetery so quietly,
No enemies, no friends can not see
All kulturnenko all dignified,
Exceptional grace.