Текст песни БАЛЛАДА О ДЕТСТВЕ - ВЫСОЦКИЙ

Am dm
The hour of conception I remember inaccurately, -
E am
So, my memory is one-sided, -
Dm
But I was conceived at night, viciously
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And came to light not before the deadline.

Am H7
I was not born in agony, not in malice, -
Dm e
Nine months is not years!
Am dm
I was serving my first term in the womb, -
E am
There is nothing good there.

Dm
Thank you, saints,
Am
What spat, yes blew,
Dm
What suddenly my parents
Am
Conceive me conceived -

Dm
In those days, secluded,
Am
Now - almost epic,
F
When the deadlines are huge
E
They walked into stages long.

Am A7
They were taken on the night of conception,
Dm
And many - even earlier -
E
But the brothers live -
Am
My honest company!

Go, dumushki frisky, go!
Words, very cute, words! ..
The first time I got freedom
By decree of the thirty-eighth.

To know me, who so long detained, -
I would have won back on the scoundrel!
But he was born, and I lived, and survived, -
The house on the First Meshchanskaya - at the end.

There behind the wall, behind the wall,
Behind the partition
Neighbor with a neighbor
Dabbled in vodka.

All lived on a par, modestly so -
Corridor system,
Thirty-eight rooms -
Just one washroom.

Here the tooth did not get a tooth,
Not warmed tepograechka,
Here I know for certain
How much is she - a penny.

... Neighbor was not afraid of sirens
And got used to her mother little by little,
And I spat - a healthy three-year -
On air this alarm!

Yes, not all that is above, - from God, -
And the people & quot; lighters & quot; put out;
And, as a small help to the front -
My sand and a leaky jug.

And beat the sun in three streams
Through the holes of the roofs sieved,
By Evdokim Kirilych
And Gise Moiseevna.

She told him: & quot; Like sons? & Quot;
& quot; Yes, missing!
Eh, Giska, we are one family -
You are also affected!

You too are injured,
And that means - Russified:
Mine - missing the fallen
Yours - innocently sat down & quot ;.

... I left diapers and nipples,
He lived - not forgotten, not abandoned,
And they teased me: & quot; Roughass & quot ;, -
Even though I was well fed.

I tried to disguise disguise:
Prisoners are being driven - why are we trembling ?!
Our fathers returned, brothers
Homes - on their own and others ...

Zina's aunt's blouse
With dragons and snakes,
That at Popov Vovchik
Father came with trophies.

Trophy Japan,
Trophy Germany ...
The country came Limonia,
Solid Suitcases!

Took from his father at the station
Shoulder straps, like tsatski, I, -
And from evacuation
Crowds poured civilians.

They looked around, oklemalis,
They laughed - then sobered up.
And those who have waited have wept
The awaited ones are gone.

Became a subway dig father Vitkin with Genka, -
We asked - why? - he replied:
& quot; corridors end in a wall
And the tunnels - bring to light! & Quot;

Prophecy daddy
Did not listen to Vitka with the chum -
From our corridor
In the prison corridor left.

Yes, he was always arguing
Priprut to the wall - refuses ...
He passed the corridor -
And finished with a & quot; wall & quot; seems.

But fathers have their own minds,
And as far as we are concerned -
We stared at life
Already independent