Текст песни Иван Кучин - Сентиментальный детектив часть 3

How much laughter, how many tears, remember - you sway.
I, with a large bouquet of roses, return to my dear.
I go up, I look in the peephole, he just opened himself,
"Hello, Tanya," I say, "I'm free!".

What was there, oh-y-yoy - kisses passionate.

"Hello, Vanya, my dear, my sun is clear."
Has got, has included light, has helped to undress.
And, as nebylo those years, torn from the heart.

We sat down at the table together, I took the six-string.
Will we drink it? Let's sing like that night, moonlight.
Tanya stood at the window, bent her hands.
Ah, the old days, they faded away.

What's wrong, Tan? And again, "Ah!", My dear guest, my dear.
And, like a soul in the open, the doors of the refrigerator ...
I get my baul, I know, they say, they've heard
"Here are the guys" - I say, "At the stage gathered".

Tanya took the pile, brushed the dress
Right now this life has gone, let everything go to hell.
The days of crystal passed, golden nights,
They took away his fur. Your, by the way.

I swallowed this pain, and said: "Beauty!"
And she told me: "No, let me, and you are concerned."
Even a friend of yours. How is it? Well ... what was it?
So now he is - oh-ho-ho, in the mafia, an infection.

The fatigued, the capitalist, the bourgeois face
In his network, a swindler, lured the innocent.
I cried all the days, here's a fresh pillow
And now I, sorry, became a little girl. "

The malice broke out in the blood. I said: "Please!
You're right now, do not poison me, I'm drunk and ruthless. "
And I ripped off my shirt, my fingers arched again.
"For you, my love, I will tear any."

Hat to me, I'm leaving. Tanya shmyk, in the restroom
And it carries, I look, I look like a fool, double-barreled.
"I'm with you, cover, so both.
We, Soviet power to them, we will restore in a moment ".

Ah, Russia, horses are galloping. Hello mother repression.
Only, I'm in fact, not an executioner, a thief is my profession.
Well, and since I've done it, judge for yourself.
Then suddenly someone knocked on the door with his feet.

I open it, they say: "Hello, militia.
Something here you make a noise, something you can not sleep, eh? "
But, then, they saluted and took the autograph.
At the bailiff Mercedes, they say, they stole it.

Well, it's time for us to leave these heroes here
And other topics in the verse, a wonderful stone to correct
I put a dot - there is no ink, the hand has depreciated.
I, too, loved them, just like you - slightly.
I, too, loved them, just like you - slightly.