Lyrics А.Ведерников - Г.Свиридов, ст. Беранже. Как яблочко румян

G. Sviridov
Beranger.

Like an apple of blush
Dressed very carelessly
Not that very drunk -
And the fun is endless.
If you have money, he will screw it up;
No money - it will cost
How else he laughs!
"Come on, them! .." - he says,
"Come on, them! .." - he says,
“Here, he says, fun!
She-she, I will die ...
She-she, I will die ...
She-she, I will die of laughter! "

Staggering at night
Yes, spending money on girls
He seems to be in debt
I got used to it from the cradle.
The police are threatening
He wants to hide in prison -
And he still laughs ...
"Come on, them! .." - he says,
"Come on, them! .." - he says,
“Here, he says, fun!
She-she, I will die ...
She-she, I will die ...
She-she, I will die of laughter! "

Huddled in the attic
Between heaven and earth;
Whistles into his fist
Yes, it shrinks in winter.
He will not be upset
That rain is pouring through the roof:
He gets wet all over, shakes ...
"Come on, them! .." - he says,
"Come on, them! .." - he says,
“Here, he says, fun!
She-she, I will die ...
She-she, I will die ...
She-she, I will die of laughter! "

Young wife
Rich outfits;
They are directed at
Ambiguous views.
Slander does not spare
There is no end to gossip ...
And he waved his hand ...
"Come on, them! .." - he says,
"Come on, them! .." - he says,
“Here, he says, fun!
She-she, I will die ...
She-she, I will die ...
She-she, I will die of laughter! "

Was about to die
Shattered by paralysis;
On a dilapidated bed
The venerable pop sits down
And promises the poor
Hell and hell ...
And he, the many sinful,
"Come on, them! .." - he says,
"Come on, them! .." - he says,
“Here, he says, fun!
She-she, I will die ...
She-she, I will die ...
She-she, I will die of laughter! "