Текст песни Александр Галич - Бессмертный Кузьмин

Immortal Kuzmin

            "Fatherland us Tsarskoye Selo ... "
                                     Pushkin

            " Hey, little apple , where will you rolling ... "
                                     song

Rolling stuff and difference ,
Rose from the bottom of a rat !
- Citizens Fatherland is in danger !
Citizens Fatherland is in danger !
Citizens , Civil War !
May was without boundary or end,
Fierce spring!
And the younger brother ran from the porch ,
Said: " It's my fault ! "
And a stone into a pool of glacial
Dropped those words.
Brother brother goes to war ,
But the rustling of their guilt
Trin-Trava oblivion ! ..

And ... Kuzmin Kuzma Kuzmich drank a glass
                                   " bread "
And then Kuzma Kuzmich bit sturgeon ,
And then Kuzma Kuzmich , taking pen to paper,
Kuzma Kuzmich wrote letters printed ,
That , like a true patriot, a true son of the Fatherland ,
He is obliged to inform the powers that be ...
And where you go , there rain of lead
And death , and it's rubbish !
Flew with ... poplar pollen
Hand of a bronze .
There, in the silence of the Tsarskoye Selo ,
At shores carotid waters ...
And there is no end to the war ,
And soon my turn !

It was in the sky ... pigeon clarity
But the heart of the cold drove :
- Citizens Fatherland is in danger !
Citizens Fatherland is in danger !
Tanks come in Tsarskoye Selo !

Whose fault? Nobody's fault !
Do not believe a draw wine
When all the land war
And the whole earth is on fire!

War came - my fault ,
And here , for the iniquity
I pesochit foreman ,
To understand the war.

I prepares Petty
In the coming battles .
And a hundred deaths promises war
My war , my fault ,
And one of my death !

Kuzma Kuzmich ... And drank a stack of clean,
And then Kuzma Kuzmich bit cucumber ,
And then Kuzma Kuzmich , taking pen to paper,
Kuzma Kuzmich wrote letters printed ,
That , like a true patriot, a true son of the Fatherland ,
He shall notify the expensive "organs" ...

And where we were going, there rain of lead
And death , and it's rubbish !
Flew with ... poplar pollen
Hand of a bronze ,
At Palace at Tsarskoye Selo ,
In muddy water ...
And there is no end of the war ,
And soon it's your turn !
Again and again - the thunder of idleness ,
A lump in the throat by a bullet in the barrel -

- Citizens Fatherland is in danger !
Citizens Fatherland is in danger !
Our tanks in a foreign land !
Yell scoundrels - cocks
That no guilty ,
But for a lie , and the sins
You have to answer !
For each step and each failure
You have to answer !
And if not, so to hell with you ,
Down and there is no demand !
Then opeysya drunk
Pottage of lies !
And let again - my fault ,
My fault , my war ,
And again my death !

Kuzma Kuzmich ... And slapped one
                              " Moldovan "
And then Kuzma Kuzmich , ate herring ,
And then Kuzma Kuzmich , taking pen to paper,
Kuzma Kuzmich wrote letters printed ,
That , like a true patriot, a true son of the Fatherland ,
He is obliged to notify all who should ...

And you can not tell who was executed ,
To sing praises !
Goes Kuzma Kuzmich Kuzmin
By Tsarskoye Selo !

In a clear evening at the palace -
Peace and quiet .
And with poplar pollen flies
Kuzmina hat on ...