Текст песни Владимир Высоцкий - Дух Святой

I return from work,
I put the rasp near the wall.
Suddenly someone flies into the window,
From bed, from his wife.

I, of course, ask: "Who is it?"
And she answers me: "Holy Spirit"

Oh, I'll meet that spirit,
Oh, I'll mark it in my ear,
He is also a spirit,
If she's holy, then leave Masha alone.

Though you are blue blood, even though you are a white bone,
I know Christ till Christ, Christ will not come.

Mashka is a harmful person,
And it climbs to the scandal,
Disappointed, a fool,
It seems, then, prevented.

I first at first with affection: then yes,
And she is cautious to the wall; absolutely no.

I then knit through my teeth, but already, of course, rude.
Though he is old and old,
Although he has six years,
He has two or three women in any village.

I'm with Mary with a proposal, I'm on a fiction mastak:
Like, on the other Sunday, you, marusya, do this:
I am drowning in the morning, they say, gone,
And you take it as if it's good.

You cover his featherbed
And binge. Here I am with a club -
He's a wing, and I'm a stake,
He is a psalm, and I am a pencil.

Here, of course, he surrenders,
Maria's honor is saved,
Because I'm giving up
This angel is Satan.

Here I fly with a cry with a tree,
All in the hope of fright.
Mashka is crying. Masha, where is he?
The desired spirit flew away.

But how is it, I do not know how I managed it?
But here and so, he answers, flew away.
He says, he read the psalms to me,
And tickled the wing.

You joke with a living husband,
Oh, you are a bad wife.
I waved my weapon.
Laugh, laugh, Satan.