Текст песни Ленинградский диксиленд - А мы швейцару - отворите двери

A. Severny and the Pearl Brothers with Ans. The Leningrad Dixieland
October 1977, Leningrad

Alexander Dolsky
A day off without love

And we cry to the porter: "Open the doors,
We are busy there. "But the doorman does not believe us.
He opened it and pushed it away to Alyosha:
"And you, they say at all, you are already good"
- "Yes, we are three, it's not a hundred."
And he answers us: "There is no place.

I do not want to offend you for drinking,
But you guys are all in an abstract form.
One has lost his galoshes,
And the other in the alabaster face.

And the third, at least not a hat, but a cultural one.
It's worth it, it's silent. He must be sick.
I can not let you go, you will forgive me,
Do not stand here, guys, do not be sad. "

        Life comes to an old age -
        In September, I was twenty-three.
        But when on a Sunday you walk without a lady,
        Then the heart beats the bullfinches.

And the restaurant is good, and in din
Flocking aunt with cultural legs,
And girls with horrible eyes smoke,
And with them uncles without hair and with hair.

Yes, I, now, some uncle,
Well, just for nothing - sogrevu for ...
And then the doors opened, and through the hubbub
It turns out, obviously, a bully.

And the nose is so lousy, - it is immediately evident,
What . And it began to hurt me.
And it became strange for the orders.
Who are allowed into our restaurants?

I come up, well, bang it and whip it.
And he lies, so calm all.
And I was warm, it became more fun.
But it seemed a little to me.
And he lies. Well, to kick or not to kick?
And then the three of them blocked the way.

One pokes me in the face with a fist.
Yes, I have seen such in a coffin to a thousand!
I put a button in his nose,
And he got distracted, he seemed to fall asleep.
Another jaw broke, and gave a plume,
And the rest bit off half an ear.

        In the atmosphere there are phenomena,
        That involuntarily you will get drunk with melancholy.
        There are women in Russian villages,
        In the same cities - some guys.

Well, frankly, it was difficult for me.
I hid the half-ear in my breast pocket.
I remembered: I have a little cat,
He did not have dinner, it seems, for three days.
It's hard not to eat for three days in a row -
Here and cartilage, probably, you will be happy.

Well, for now those four prayed,
With Aleshka, we quietly retired.
But Kolya was lost somewhere.
I look, they meet us two stole.
And since I was tired, and was sad,
Only the faces in the snow imprinted them.
And since women just do not make me enemies,
I just put snow in their boots.

        I look you in cast-iron eyes, dear,
        My Vladimir Ilyich is an obelisk,
        But when there is a day off without a friend,
        Then by night you'll cut yourself in the face.

And anyway, it's time to go home,
The Sunday day off has ended.
I at home wiped my feet on the carpet,
A neighbor says, they say Vaska your father died.
"How dare he," I say, "is such a bitch!"
I waved her ear under her nose.
"Yes, I would," I say, knew this business,
I would not bite that type of ear. "
I tried for him, a stinker!
Suddenly I see that there is no face on my grandmother.
And she began to cry softly,
Said that I'm pure Satan.
What is it, they say, shame, they say, and shame.
And it's good that I'm not a thief yet.

I remembered Vaska, and lightly vzgruznul,
Then he cried ... And then fell asleep.

        How many books are written in the world -
        You will not read - therefore did not read.
        And life will fly like a moment -
        No love, no cat, no shit ...