Lyrics Александр Башлачев - Верка, Надька и Любка

When two and two were only four,
I lived in a small communal apartment.
Worked with a pot, and the night light I shone
But I was a fool and did not pay for the light.

I gnawed the same books with tea instead of drying,
He dreamed of shooting himself with all of the Tsar Cannon,
Broke his head in the form of a pillow.
Oh, tops-roots! From pot to crown
The usual cross fool.
“Your turn,” frogs called out from the swamps.
I backed away like a cancer.

I drank the developer, I drank the fixer,
The apartment in the morning turned into a detox,
But he did not drown in a glass or a cup.
Like an awl in a bag - two chuckles, three taunts -
Fucked up fool, I mixed in my pipe
And at once turned into an eagle from tails.
And the soul is stuffed, like a body in a cart,
I rolled the gold rules and nuts,
But Lubka liked something.

Flour through flour poets rhyme.
She showed where the crayfish winter.
Although it sometimes came to a fight -
I love Lyubka! And the details - bullshit.
She even believed it herself.
We lived at that time in the cholera barracks
Cholera was considered winter.

And Verka the dressmaker took the measure from Lyubka -
I wanted her winter coat sew.
But suddenly it turned out that the fur coat - on Verka.
I offered her to live with us.

And in the cards she understood too much -
This very Faith went crazy.
Winter came and drove cholera.
In short, became a list of nights.
Yes, Vera was simple and straightforward.
And snow covered the white spots
Took by agitation in the root of the visual
And waxed from thousands of candles.

And the awl in the bag, we let the soap.
Holy water flooded our hut.
We have lathered, but holy water
On the meter of holy and hard ice.

And Vera from a fur coat tailored a blanket.
There was a hole in it - straight and beaming.
Wrapped in a hole, lay on the bed
And they began to hibernate like raki.

But sensing the water - but a dream or a spirit -
Nadiukha appeared in a sailor's vest.
I have been a sailor with sin for a long time,
Two times a mattress, yes, I got scared and threw.
Not so young, but not old at all,
Smashed parquets of blue ice.
I went forever to say goodbye Nadyaha
Yes, and stayed with us forever.

We lived the winter actively and together.
And the main thing - it was not boring for us.
And who is rich, everyone was happy.
But still, they just screamed,
When next to the rhythms of high society
I myself finally took the guitar in the claws.

My gully on the mountain did not whistle.
I gave everything from what is given.
And the brain cut out on the cortex:
Hope plus Vera plus Sasha plus Lyuba
Plus Aunt Serezha plus Uncle Natasha ...
In short, does it matter.

I sang it in the dark cold hut
And he turned into an ordinary palace.
So this is what the crayfish do in the spring!
And then it turned out that I - the cancer father.

I sit in my body, as if in a volcano.
Pour me the light from the window hole!
Three graces, like three faces in a glass.
Three faces in a glass, three different mothers,
three different mothers, and one daughter.

But there is no effect without special reasons.
Moreover, it seems not a daughter, but a son.
Or maybe not a son, but maybe a brother
Sister or mother or I myself am a father
Or maybe the whole May Day parade!
Or maybe our whole city is Leningrad !. .

It's getting light. I am guessing and vice versa.
Or maybe our entire Soviet people.
Or maybe the whole country is in the cradle!
Let's invent her names.