Текст песни Александр Башлачев - Подвиг разведчика

At noon I woke up standing up:
Again, the mattress beguiled with the wall.
I went out alone from singing,
But - these are those on! - Today is a day off.

And the time was not going shaky or rolling.
The liver pie burned in the kitchen.
The world of the Khrushchev-communal square creaked,
And the thongs purred at her feet.

Burshtein's neighbor shamefacedly beat his neighbor.
We set her horns with her.
I would not have gone into reconnaissance with anyone here,
I do not have anyone to go into the enemy's den.

One welded steel doors.
Another rhyme rips until the morning.
I'm lonely. I do not believe anyone.
Yes, however, God sees, there is a small loss
Their whole brother and their sister.

The screen, and in it skates rumble in the morning ...
In hockey, these are real men.
On the radio they sing that there is no reason for anguish,
And this is her main reason.

In & quot; Labor & quot; sensational note
The fact that the taiga is still roaring.
And I really want to be scouted,
Go and do not go back to this cage.
To leave-in what is-into the deep rear of the enemy.

Of the fraternal countries, the press reports to me:
Poles recover from stress.
Pinned to the nail pest Lech Walesa,
He dreamed of poisoning the whole of Warsaw.

Yes, not all are still caught in the essence of progress
And in three pines sometimes do not see the forest.
The aggressor is shaking his ammunition,
But TASS is authorized to state:

"Heavy was able to envelop Washington.
It's not fun to live without work
In the vaunted jungle of stone freedom,
Where the CIA and the Pentagon rule.

Among the capitalists of our countries
The throes of military psychosis is growing.
They frighten the red threat
Deceived workers and peasants.

And Reagan - a thief, a cowboy and a bugger -
Put the world on a nuclear map. & quot;
It's troubling to me. I bite my mattress.
I shiver like the SS-20 before the start.

Hockey finished. Send dragonflies.
And the second rape the clarinet.
How can you? After all, there is a threat!
And there is nothing more terrible than the threat!

Yes, in time I left the drinking-bout ...
We will not give up our homeland Kostroma!
Favorite city can sleep peacefully
And peacefully green among the winter.

Budenovka I'll put it on the back of my neck.
Yes, I'm not a patriot, although I drink?
In the world fund I will hand over a bag of empty bottles
And I will hide the parachute from the mattress.

I'll take an advance. I'll buy myself a ticket
On the first flight to Western Europe.
In the square of Hamburg - sorry, I'm in the toilet! -
Tear off the ring and unwind the lines.

I'll walk like a lynx from the Alps to the Onega
The path of partisan freeways.
All under the slope - trams and carts.
Do not forget, you pals, Stalingrad!

I recount all bayonets and cannons.
Let me open my spine-connected -
I'm traumatized by traps
And I go on the air at any cost.

I am the shield and sword of my native country of the Soviets!
While I have time to impose -
I break the wings of all rockets,
To report on the Big Land:

Like, there was a proletarian cookie Bonn.
Tell your mother - NATO is on the tail!
Your son is fighting until the last bullet
At the enemy's nameless height.

I want to jump with a grenade under the wheels,
But the banner of the part swallow time.
Then be silent on torture and interrogation,
And before his death - about Katyusha sing.

Bodoon strengthened. It's time to take a pill.
In the ears squeaked secret callsign.
On weekends, I'd like to be in reconnaissance.
Aida, guys! who among you is with me?