Lyrics Саша Башлачов - Ванюша

How Vanyusha walked along the shore along the blue river
 How did Vanyusha drive the sun on a gold bridle
   the soul was walking
   the soul flew
   the soul was walking
   in a white shirt
   yes in the open field
   all right,
   and the bell
   was above the temple
   yes in the open field
   yes with a song ringing.
 But a drop of blood on a fine thread
   already shone, already shone
   rescuing the soul, crashed into the body.
 Walked Vanyusha along the blue river
   and stretched his arms over the precipice
   whether for a hug, or for a crucifixion
 As Vanyuha bore the sun on the silver horseshoes
 And from each hoof on the road scattered
   twenty five rubles rubles.
   The soul walks! The soul walks!
 Yes, that is the spirit until you lie down,
 Walk Vanya! You go, you dance!

 Walk, dog, alive for now!
 From the song - into a fight! From a fight to a miracle!

 Who knows that life is such a thing!
 The soul walks and wears a body.

 Walk with love! Love, Vanyukha,
 Do not translate a single spirit.

 He'll take it by the throat - and sing as you can,
 How to put it on your soul.

 She brings fire and bread,
 When you cut the road to heaven.

 It's in the hunt. Burn, work!
 Let the vodka be bitter with sweat!

 Crazy heart cut in okroshku!
 Scatter, accordion!
 Sliding, the path!
 Scatter, accordion!

 Yes to the dance of the feet! And the blood is playing!
 The soul of the road does not disassemble.

 Through snowdrifts, through bumps ...
 Pray, girls. Lie down, women.

 Lie down, mare! Die the old woman!
 In Vanya's strength! Walk, Vanya!

 Dance from the stove! Go to the squat!
 Rav of the bridle! And the soul - in the heel.

 He who is alive, he knows. Such a thing.
 The soul walks. He brings the body.
   You, Vanyusha, drink and listen -
   Odnov is now living.
   Unscribed soul
  In one fell swoop tear off.

   You want to hell, you want - to paradise!
   Wherever you want, choose.
   Yes no heaven, no hell.
   Nowhere is not necessary.

   That's the thing! That's the number!
   Date, signature and stamp.
   And live until you die.
   By law to respond.

   We are apart now.
   The remnant, vopchem.
   Tear her off,
   Feet tread heavily.

   There is no motive without a team.
   And what team -
   Such is the motive.

   Oh, hold on, or I'll die
   In the acuteness of the moment!
   In the church they go in the morning
   All intellectuals.

   There were - to the deacon, to the priest,
   Were interested.
   The blue sky was being pulled down.
   Ugh you! Hammered ...

   Push the soul and kindle.
   We spit out a saliva.
   And instead of that candle
   Poke the shovel.

   And Vanyusha brought
   I'm snowing for a snack.
   Forty degrees Celsius
   Warm Russian soul.

   No sister and wife
   Yes, the right vent
   No sister and wife
   Yes, the right outlet.

 As the whole evening Ivan was waiting at the tavern red sun
 The snow thundered with hooves and the chervontsi flew in all directions
   Soul in the forage.
   Yes, all nodes.
   Yes, you blown
    Holy flame!
   What a darkness.
  Is it somewhere like a soul walking?
  Yes, the blood wanders. Minds the mind.
 
  Something is stuffy. Something is sickening.
  Something boring. And everyone is anxious.
 
  It's alarming and scary, brothers!
  Yes, it is impossible to rise.

  Yes, maybe Vanka pushes it off.
  Come on, Vanka! The soul walks!

  Rvani, Vanyusha! What is not in the spirit?
  What puddles? And here flies?
 
  Do not meddle in the soul! Go to hell!
  Look, proud! And who is on the account?

  With you, the accuracy ... - Oh, dark!
  With you, a thousand steps out!

  And with his hand for the quilted jacket ...
  And for the soul - yes, not a penny!

  Here's some stench of dirty flesh:
  "He sinks in vodka, but he does not!"

  And they piled on and tore the shirt,
  And they tear a shirt, and they beat with a swing.

  And howling howl. Cast shoulders.
  Hold on, Vanyukha, they maim!

  - Have smashed my drunken face?
  Kill the soul ...