Текст песни Михаил Анчаров - Цыган Маша

Oh. Masha, Gypsy-Masha!
You lived a long time ago.
Someone else's yogurt
Looks at your window,
Another's postirushka
Dangles out the window,
The old woman, the age-old woman
Behind the glass is visible.
What he drank and what he ate,
He did not shout about it.
But I was engaged in the "business"
He only at night.
Malbrook was on the campaign,
Gorged on sour cabbage soup ...
In the Izmailovsky Menagerie
The stall was looted.

He received three years
And he served his term,
And he was released,
As before, it is lonely.
With Marukha-zamaraha
He was pouring into his stomach empty
A pile of cardanachs.
Half a kilo & quot; simple & quot ;.

Malbrook was on the campaign,
Gorged on sour cabbage soup ...
On Malaya Sokolina
The stall was looted.
They were taken there with marukha,
But on his misfortune,
They did not bail
In the forty-second year.
He was hitting the machine gun
At the Volga elevation,
He waved fascists
And spar from TT.
There were Chiray, Rylo,
Two Goose and Khokhol -
They were all covered by one
And the hill was piled up.
You are a poor life
I built it from trifles.
Is it too much
You were. penal officers ?!
Bouncy,
Military sometimes
You died like Caruso,
You died like a hero!

Penalty Battalions
For all they paid a fine.
Penal Battalions -
Who will pay you a fine ?!