Lyrics Берегов Алексей - Визбор - Телефонный разговор
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Слушаю. Да. Але!
Что за шутки с утра?
Я?.. Почему удивлен?
Я даже очень рад.
Я даже закурю.
Здравствуй. Прошло сто лет.
Сто лет прошло, говорю.
Я не спешу. Нет.
Пр: Телефон-автомат у нее,
Телефон на столе у меня...
Это осень, это жнивье,
Талый снег вчерашнего дня.
Что у нас за дела?
Да как-то все разбрелись.
Верочка родила,
Славины развелись,
Я получил отдел,
Санька съездил в Париж...
Все в суматохе дел.
Ну, а ты что молчишь?
А правда, что говорят?..
А кто он, коль не секрет?
А, военный моряк,
В общем, жгучий брюнет.
А сына как назвала?
Спасибо. Не ожидал.
Значит, жизнь удалась?
Все прошло без следа?
Припев: Телефон-автомат у нее,
Телефон на столе у меня...
Это осень, это жнивье,
Талый снег вчерашнего дня.
1967
I'm listening. Yes. Al!
What kind of jokes since the morning?
I? .. Why surprised?
I'm even very happy.
I'll even smoke.
Hi. A century has passed.
A hundred years have passed, I say.
I'm in no hurry. No.
Pr: There is an automatic telephone with her,
I have a phone on the table ...
This is autumn, this stubble,
Snow melted yesterday.
What do we have to do?
Yes, somehow all wandered.
Vera gave birth,
Slavians divorced,
I got the department,
Sanka went to Paris ...
All in the turmoil of affairs.
Well, why are you silent?
Is it true what they say? ..
And who is he, if it's no secret?
A, a military sailor,
In general, a burning brunet.
And the son as called?
Thank you. Not expected.
So, life is good?
Everything went without a trace?
Chorus: She has an automatic phone,
I have a phone on the table ...
This is autumn, this stubble,
Snow melted yesterday.
1967
What kind of jokes since the morning?
I? .. Why surprised?
I'm even very happy.
I'll even smoke.
Hi. A century has passed.
A hundred years have passed, I say.
I'm in no hurry. No.
Pr: There is an automatic telephone with her,
I have a phone on the table ...
This is autumn, this stubble,
Snow melted yesterday.
What do we have to do?
Yes, somehow all wandered.
Vera gave birth,
Slavians divorced,
I got the department,
Sanka went to Paris ...
All in the turmoil of affairs.
Well, why are you silent?
Is it true what they say? ..
And who is he, if it's no secret?
A, a military sailor,
In general, a burning brunet.
And the son as called?
Thank you. Not expected.
So, life is good?
Everything went without a trace?
Chorus: She has an automatic phone,
I have a phone on the table ...
This is autumn, this stubble,
Snow melted yesterday.
1967