Текст песни Неизвестен - два монастыря

Having heard a legend once in my childhood,
I do not remember everything, to be honest.
Once upon a time stood in the neighborhood
Male and female - two monasteries.
Monks without care were tight,
Life of nuns, too - not syrup.
And once a friend to meet a friend
They undermined the underground.

It was difficult to meet until dawn,
And I'm sad, but how can I not twist,
And the women dug two thirds,
Men are only a third of that way.

And only now I realized what the reason is,
And that's why I'm angry and gloomy these days:
It is quite clear that men
Drove twice, went to a smoke break.
They sat, they let in smoke ringlets,
Tearing anecdote for a joke ...
And at this time, women were digging,
And the women moved forward!

Another reason I will point out separately,
I know these things by heart:
Men, I'm sure, are parallel.
Have a dig under the wine cellar.
They were drinking wine fortified,
They joked: only an owl does not drink!
And at this time, women were digging,
And the women moved forward!

Then there was someone among the men,
He said: "Brothers, we do not have shame!
You give trouble-free work,
You give labor productivity! "
Then the men sat for a long time
And they made a plan of work for a year ...
And at this time, women were digging,
And the women moved forward!

Today I do not worry about monks -
I would not write poems about them:
Let the monks themselves answer
For their medieval sins.
Centuries have passed, and what now to gossip -
Who deep into digging, and who, say, in breadth.
But there remains an important task
Lentyaev bring under the monastery.