Текст песни Юрий Визбор - Рассказ женщины

He apparently walked behind me,
I took by the elbow: "Listen to Lucy,
It will be very good
I live in a separate suite. "
His mustache is thick
And eyes, like two bugs,
And the bushes are visible
Because of the gate of the shirt.
I'm not Lucy, I say,
And my name is Tamara,
And I can’t stand it,
And I don't have such a couple ...
I cooked soup for ten years,
She washed for ten years,
Ten years in lines
I got sausage
I taught ten years
Under-secret something,
I sat for ten years
At the window at work,
The heart is grinding in the blood,
Ten years Dita raised -
What is left for love?
One and a half year by force.
He was not embarrassed at all
Only a dress strokes with an eye:
"I will pay for the evening
How much is paid to you in a year. "
I played the ball manually
For sports awards,
And I was centr
And there was a broke - what was needed.
I am an avosochka-souu
Shifted from the hand,
His gentleman
Between the Bukashki lit up!
I cooked soup for ten years,
She washed for ten years,
Ten years in lines
I got sausage
I taught ten years
Under-secret something,
I sat for ten years
At the window at work,
The heart is grinding in the blood,
Ten years Dita raised -
What is left for love?
One and a half year by force.
I am to the "Shchelkovo" metro,
And from "Shchelkovo" - a bus,
And in Avoska six kilos
Canned vegetables "Globe".
I open the door quietly -
My daughter is piano,
Well, and my favorite beast -
He lies, of course, drunk.
Remove the shoes from him,
Not alarming, I tried
From a pay from his
The treshka was crumpled.
I cooked soup for ten years,
She washed for ten years,
Ten years in lines
I got sausage
I taught ten years
Under-secret something,
I sat for ten years
At the window at work,
The heart is grinding in the blood,
Ten years Dita raised -
What is left for love?
One and a half year by force.
There is a gulls on the stove,
The daughter falls asleep sweetly,
Outside of my traffic police
Loudly private traders scolds.
You look at the TV set - smoke and child:
Genelete young -
Everyone with guitars shout,
Like a big poor.
I removed from the table
Pashka warmed her ...
Still, I gave a little
That reptile between the bees.
July 17, 1978