Текст песни Роман Гаврилин - Уедет папа под Полтаву

Dad will leave for Poltava
Catch mushrooms, lay daisies,
His molon will not catch up,
Martynov will not shoot him.
Marina is walking along the boulevard,
Wish you happiness in your personal life,
Drops affectionate phrases
Loses the Barents Sea.
The hurdy-gurdy is sad about the cars,
The gypsy looks at her shoulder straps,
Dawns, half-stations flicker
What year, what month!
It is known that the tree does not remember
Doesn't remember his parents
Why will it die, does not remember,
Doesn't remember other people's holidays.
The guys will go for nettles,
They will put a small one on the watch
In my shell-shocked mind
Syllables and interjections will pour in.
The light in my window does not go out
The soup in my hut does not freeze
Changes cubes until night
The last resident of the Bundeswehr.
A woman washes her shirt,
A rustle dives under a hat,
Lives short and stubborn
My jaded pride
My patched conscience
My unraveled book
My spy truth
My cosmic faith.
Who doesn't regret the rest of the night
Who doesn't regret the rest of the night
Who doesn't regret the rest of the night
Who does not remember the past ...

The leaf is decorated with monograms,
The robber is ringing with shekels,
I will save midday from resentment -
Then the rainbow and the will!
I'll run away through the ravines
I will cross the river on a hare,
On freshly painted doors
I teach paper crosses.
I'll take myself apart
I will gather myself different,
With a hole in your forehead, portable,
I'll die, get to know God.
Who doesn't regret the rest of the night ...
Drops affectionate phrases ...
Doesn't remember his parents ...
My cosmic faith ...