Текст песни Башлачев Александр - Случай в Сибири

While singing , while I breathe, I love changing ring
I'm on his chest wearing three sonorous bells .
They lead me forward and ignorant track.
Load them on New Year familiar master Proshka .

While I breathe , while singing and getting dirty paper
I hear the ringing . On the stand . And before you know - and go to bed .
God willing - on and lie down .

What does mean? Oh, nothing. Entered and exited the case .
I was in Siberia. Was visiting . In one hilarious heap.
What kind of people live there ! How well do I do with them !
And he is ... I do not remember his name. I was not with it . With other .

And he told me - drink ! - And burned wine. - Kuri ! - And we smoked .
Then, in the language of one of said different .
Then the language of the native talked about different things .

And he said - I bet - like our faces ,
Yet , whatever you say , I - here , and you - in the capital.
He said he popped the seam , saying , bored with life in Siberia.
Here in Leningrad or Moscow ...
He would show the most
In this and in the world.

- And here is what ? Here, just drink .
Swords for their beads. Here, even the women are not allowed.
Solid spiritual neuyuta
And as cats, sulfur .

- There is no saddle, one clamp .
Talk - let no one.
You came in vain . Do not understand.
Not that there - on the Nevsky.
- Well then become famous for -
He whispered through the burp .
What have you got rings ?
- What melochishka ?

While I endured it all and kept his word,
He picked up his guitar and sang . Sang for Grebenshchikova .
I felt sorry for myself , Siberia, guitar and Boris .
Especially because Obi frost always thirty .

Then he graduated and said snow considers dust.
I got up and tied up the song ragged wings.
And sang his saying to myself: - Hold on! - Playing with his fists.
And he sucked the life out of me eye - slugs .

Praised it : - Deftly they are even punched you in the red date.
And he began to twist the screws about the fact that I - a traitor.
I sat down , whiter than snow. I'm just speechless as chalk .
I was ashamed that I was singing . For what he knew .
I was able to finish the horns that I could finish a horn
He's my icon.

- How hard is it to us - you and me - he whispered ,
Live in a country under socialism .
He drowned in the truth of shit .
For the enema enemas .

Heavy smell of breath,
I bit the evil VSHA .
Stranger rear VSHA .
Beating of the heart. Ringing in the ears .
- What have you got rings ?
And I said - Soul rings . Normal soul .

- Well, you give ... Well you give!
Than it ring ? Well, you give -
After all, there is one womb .
From here you will start to ring itself .
And I said : - Try it!

Do not be shy . Look . Is our business.
Wake up . Yes shake well . So much so , that zazvenenelo .
Why do you live? Not sweet to live . And bad sausage .
But is there not to love ?
That's not to love this woman , when she is !
Yes unless there not to love ?
Yes unless you can find fault ?

Did not speak to him for the operation . After all, I myself - not in order.
Yes build - do not build . You just order. And do not know how to build - Sing .
And do not sing - then do not spit .
I - not a hero. You - not blind.
Take their own country .

The first time I said that it was not easy .
But I caught my mouth open native milk.
And I fell down at her breasts , I tore the teeth of the ring.
There was a path ahead. Rang bells .

While singing , while I breathe , I breathe the soul and not the soul,
In myself I much off the beaten path . Which would not wash off spitting ?!
But this can not stand . And do not erase . And wear .
And I love her beg a drop of milk.
And I love her beg a drop of milk.