Текст песни Владимир Высоцкий - Два письма. Письмо из деревни

Hello, Kohl, my dear, my dear friend!
In the first lines of the letter I send you greetings.
Here you come, I'm afraid, busy, smart,
Do not look home and - immediately to the village council.

How did you leave - I screamed, the women came running:
“Oh, separation,” they say, “she can't bear it.”
So missed you, that I was kept,
Though there’s no reason to be bored.

Here Pasha came, your godfather godfather.
I barely gave up - even a shiver.
He's three days already, read it, he goes angry and drunk,
Before you pester, drink for courage.

You chatter, won a big prize!
As if Boris, our bull, the first champion!
To this slander, bull, I am jealous of you
And I love you stronger than he.

You dreamed of me sick, drunk and sullen,
If you think of something, do not torture yourself.
I walked with the agronomist, only you do not think -
We talked the whole hour only about you.

I'm fine, but you - scary for you something.
There was a very important rite here recently.
So in the capital, he says, all sorts of debauch,
And women, he says, more than men.

You are Kolya, do not drink there, be patient until the house.
At home you can at least something - you can even binge.
I do not need anyone, even an agronomist,
Although a cultured person - I can not compare with you.

Our barn in the rain flows - leaked, right.
Without you, unbearable - who will create comfort!
At least some, but come, waiting for you immensely.
If you can - write what they sell.