Lyrics Булат Окуджава - За Что Ж Вы Ваньку-То Морозова
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ВАНЬКА МОРОЗОВ
А. Межирову1
За что ж вы Ваньку-то Морозова?
Ведь он ни в чем не виноват.
Она сама его морочила,
а он ни в чем не виноват.
Он в старый цирк ходил на площади
и там циркачку полюбил.
Ему чего-нибудь попроще бы,
а он циркачку полюбил.
Она по проволке ходила,
махала белою рукой,
и страсть Морозова схватила
своей мозолистой рукой.
А он швырял большие сотни:
ему-то было все равно.
А по нему Маруся сохла,
и было ей не все равно.
Он на извозчиках катался,
циркачке чтобы угодить,
и соблазнить ее пытался,
чтоб ей, конечно, угодить.
Не думал, что она обманет:
ведь от любви беды не ждешь...
Ах, Ваня, Ваня, что ж ты, Ваня?
Ведь сам по проволке идешь!
Булат Окуджава.
Избранное. Стихотворения.
"Московский Рабочий", 1989.
VANKA MOROZOV
A. Mezhirov1
Why are you Vanka Morozov?
After all, he is not guilty of anything.
She fooled him herself,
and he is not guilty of anything.
He went to the old circus in the square
and there he fell in love with the circus.
Something easier for him,
and he fell in love with the circus.
She walked on a wire
waving a white hand,
and Morozov's passion grabbed
with his calloused hand.
And he threw big hundreds:
he didn't care.
And on it Marusya was drying up,
and she did care.
He rode in cabs,
circus to please
and tried to seduce her,
to please her, of course.
I didn't think she would cheat:
you don't expect trouble from love ...
Oh, Vanya, Vanya, what are you, Vanya?
After all, you walk on the wire yourself!
Bulat Okudzhava.
Favorites. Poems.
"Moscow Worker", 1989.
A. Mezhirov1
Why are you Vanka Morozov?
After all, he is not guilty of anything.
She fooled him herself,
and he is not guilty of anything.
He went to the old circus in the square
and there he fell in love with the circus.
Something easier for him,
and he fell in love with the circus.
She walked on a wire
waving a white hand,
and Morozov's passion grabbed
with his calloused hand.
And he threw big hundreds:
he didn't care.
And on it Marusya was drying up,
and she did care.
He rode in cabs,
circus to please
and tried to seduce her,
to please her, of course.
I didn't think she would cheat:
you don't expect trouble from love ...
Oh, Vanya, Vanya, what are you, Vanya?
After all, you walk on the wire yourself!
Bulat Okudzhava.
Favorites. Poems.
"Moscow Worker", 1989.