Текст песни Александр Розенбаум - Мечтой блатного поэта

In flesh-colored stockings,
Slimmer gypsy guitar,
Dream of a thug poet -
She floated on the boulevard,
White snow fluffy
And softer than moonlight.
For her, who just did not run -
Dream of a thug poet.

On dovecote at the sky
He's crazy lines,
Having cast a sunny seine,
Lugging a vicious hand.
Let it work a little worse
Than wallet out of pocket -
In life, it was necessary
And it was too early to die.

First cooking
Aunty mixes thickly
First lilac
Perfumers perfumed the city in May.
Storks without money
We bring children from the cabbage
And immediately fly away.

Sometimes in the tram sneak
He moored to her sideways.
It was so warm and sweet -
I had to believe in God.
And God, it is known, not fraer -
God nemerenno steeper -
And once from the tram
They escaped under the handle.

In the morning light from the beach
He walked up happy.
But the wind is western enemy
Brought lead showers.
And the thief - he is friendly with the Motherland,
He is at war, as on the case.
In life, it was necessary
And did not want to die.

And in the marines
There is something for boys to do chic.
Just right bosote
& quot; feathers & quot; on the beach
Clean frolic.
But flew to the stars
The most desperate guys
To be loved forever dream.

There are many beautiful stories.
But I will remember to the grave
The one that wore the heart
Thief-poet sweetheart.
Once upon a time for half a jar
I was told about it
My beautiful grandma -
Dream of a thug poet.