Текст песни Вадим Певзнер - Заморово

Squeak the violin by Zamorovo
Sprout pimples on Zamorovo
Day-day part red-burnt
Go Chizhiki, looking for Py-zh-Yk!

Kogotozhechki on little fingers
Prikazanchiki in the shops
Buying girls
Parrots-scarecrows!

Half-Stash, half-stats
Thoughts of gatkia, rhymes of datskia
Orthodox people are glorious
Jewish and army :))

Gogol-Moguls, two or three brushes
Forty Gogol, forty shun
Two hundred falcons, yes worthless
Oh, is not it a lot? Oh, is not it a lot?

200 falcons on Zamooorovo
300 angels, 300 ravens
Yes weather conditions are not
Oh, not flying, not flying!

Zakostyll hurries to Zamerovo
Yes the vandage is floating on Zamerovo
Yes, the corset is sad, yes the cornet whistles
But the corset is great, and the drunk cornet

And the Star hangs over Zamorovo
And the trumpet blows over Zamorovo
And the trumpet blows and dudes
If things are a trumpet, fly out into the pipe!

Brownie sings, Satan roars
The Lord Himself lives on Zamorovo
Heaven over the river Zamorovo
To Heaven by hand to Zamorovo ...

And Paris is on Zamorovo
And Zion shines near Zamorovo
The whole Universe on Zamorovo
Yes, and I myself live in Zamorovo ...

And the Neva flows through Zamorovo
And the Moscow River and the melancholy river
Ah careless eternal river
Isushay-river, tempt-river

Ah, the brothel is a river! Ah, the portfolio is a hand!
Ah, prison-river, ah, kumar-river
Only anger swims through Zamorovo!
Only a fool lives on Zamorovo ...

And the fool is running around Zamorovo!
Past urn-drag on Zamorovo
And meet the dust, and follow Allah!
He hears a pit, listening to reason

And after the pit, listening to reason
Hearing various idle people
And he followed - only God's delirium
Only the roar of beasts, only the knocking of doors

Aaa to him after only God's nonsense!
Only wind whistling and mouse squeak
Only the copper ringing, only the crunching of the curtains
Only din and don, only Don and Dean :))

I'm the fool! I am Allah!
It's me screaming at Zamorovo!
It's lucky for me to Zamorovo
I live on Zamo-ro-vo ...

It's me screaming, it's shouting to me
My sleepy, my weedy
My chucherny, Vorontsovy
My copies are twins ...

My relatives, my blood
My dacha-losers
Lanterns are burning, three moons are smoked
A hundred vagrants are being bridged over Zamorovo

Won-won monk is walking along Zamorovo!
How the Monarch Comes to Zamorovo
Goal and poverty as a dog! to Zamorovo!
He brought the Words to Zamorovo ...

He brought the Verb to Zamorovo
He brought love, he brought the plague!
The Word of Terrible, the word of the Lord
God's word for a passerby

And give a nickle to your brother-stranger!
Brother Wanderer, brother of Abel
Brother brother, brother brother
Brother brother, brother, poor

And at least sound to Zamorovo!
Brother Far from Zamorovo
My brother, my brother, my brother
Brother blood, brother brother

For a pocket taking Zamo-o-ro-vo
For the language of the crust on Zamorovo
Yes sunset bards, but you can not hear the words
And the sound is not new to Zamo-ro-vo ...

Look to the right, friend, throw left a cross
For a hundred miles around, a hundred versts around
All Zamorovo yes Zamorovo
And where not to throw - all Zamorovo!

Do not end, o Zamorovo!
But you're rocking, O Zamorovo!
Pedestrian, keep your balance
Not on the same armchair, not as-ve-si-li

Every day is play
Whole your night is light
Every night all right
Every day OK
And your Sun is blue
And your Moon is red
And you hav'u bread
And you very glad

Whatever & quot; e & quot; then & quot; b & quot;
Whatever & quot; b & quot; then & quot; r & quot;
Whatever brother is an enemy
Well and muzzles!

What night is that day
What day is that lazy
Second-russia-flip-flops!

Under the fences are sub-drivers
Podnauskany, podnataska-ani
And do not think ahead and back
Do not look in the eyes, but behind-the-eye-breathe!

Look into the eyes of Aunt Bounty
Look in the eyes of Aunt Gray
Look into your eyes and do not suffer
Tate Pity, Uncle Case ...

Give, maybe, do not choke!
Maybe wine, can foam!
Who is the guest in the decanter
Who is the syrup, to