Текст песни Вадим и Валерий Мищуки - Добровольная тюрьма

The tough Jew tailor
I will sew a striped jacket
I turn gray hair behind my ears
And I dare to escape from custody.

I’ll buy a bowler hat and gaiters,
I smile at the need of myself
And I’ll leave home secretly
In the rattling trolley "B".

    Don’t fool, clarinet behind the wall,
    Do not make me crazy.
    Ah, family dungeons -
    Voluntary prison!

I'll get to Zubovsky famously
Forgetting the yoke forever
And an envious goldfinch
Squinting at my lapserdak.

There is no more free living single,
There are three to seven options
Smoke with the Tolstoy monument, -
He also left the family.

    And his clarinet behind the wall,
    They say he was crazy.
    Ah, family dungeons -
    Voluntary prison!

And let the sparrows - beater
They dig bread, chocolate and persimmon
About the consequences of our revel
Reports to the prison will not reach.

Not given to see the guard
How easy it is for us to breathe in life
As we gloriously rest with Tolstoy,
Sipping beer from cans.

But the steamboat is buzzing around Moscow,
Wash tables in the "Crimean" cafe,
My trolleybus is on its way
And the driver is slightly "under the shaf."

Silence without a dog barking
Fall like an avalanche in the mountains ...
Goodbye Lev Nikolayevich!
I have to go back to the hut.

    Where is the clarinet blowing behind the wall
    To drive me crazy.
    Ah, family dungeons -
    Voluntary prison!

    Don’t fool, clarinet, behind the wall,
    Do not make me crazy.
    Ah, family dungeons -
    Voluntary prison!