Текст песни КОНСТАНТИН БЕЛЯЕВ - Вальс-баллада про тещу из Иванова

(c) Alexander Galich

Oh, they gave him the first one,
On shit, swaddled, dragged!
Righteous bitches, splashing foam
They called him a crook and Pollack

Shouts and lunges rang out
Ellipsis were skillfully placed,
And at the end, as usual, the organizational conclusions -
Workshop, contract and so on ...

He pinned things on ice
(All in one hid the tattered knot)
And piled them into a corner like a woodpile -
And canvases, and paints, and stretchers ...

Tomka instantly flew for the "Kuban",
Now and then, a testicle, two curds ...
He took a hundred grams, ate some sausage,
And he said he would lie down a little.

Secretly ripped out of a torn coat
Nembutal, stuck in advance ...
And in the kitchen is the mother-in-law from Ivanov,
Ksenia Pavlovna, led the inquiry.

Outside the window, the wind crumpled the acacia,
Someone's gray underwear beat ...
- And what is it for? - Yes, for abstraction.
- Well this is necessary! And they raised the bell!

Where is he from? - He is from Rybinsk.
-What's drawing? - All nature is different.
- The Jew himself? - What? - Sit down, don't rock the boat!
There is Ritka without a leg, but with an ulcer ...

Smokes a lot? - Half a pack of "North" a day.
-Ritkin, the devil, smokes like a bad guy,
And they still have seven in their shops ...
Do you live well? - Better nowhere! ..

- Ritkin, every evening, then with a friend,
She had, you fool, in the house of a gatekeeper ...
So, cursed yours with the concept:
Half a pack of "North" per day is inexpensive.

Is he drinking something? -
- Like everyone on Sundays!
- Ritkin drinks, the whole face is scribbled!
... They were silent, the baking crackled,

And, sighing, mother-in-law Xenia said, -
- Okay, let's feed the damned ...