Lyrics Юрий Белов - Спасибо, дед
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СПАСИБО, ДЕД!
Сыграй-ка, дед, мне на баяне,
Червонец в шапку положу,
Пока шуршат в моём кармане,
А в шапке – пусто, я гляжу.
Плевать на шум толпы базарной,
Давай, припомни времена,
Когда ты был бедовым парнем,
По ком вздыхала не одна.
Ведь было, дед? Сознайся – было.
Да, лишь одну, что всех милей
Доныне сердце не забыло.
Сыграй о ней, тоску излей.
Неужто так у всех бывало –
Дороже то, что упустил,
А та мечта, что явью стала
Даёт не то, что ты просил?
Спасибо, дед, пропей червонец,
А я продолжу путь в кабак…
Быть может, как-то незнакомец
И мне подаст, хотя б пятак.
Юрий Белов, 1993 г.
Thank you, grandfather!
Play, grandfather, me on the accordion,
Chervonets put in a hat
While rustling in my pocket,
And in the cap is empty, I look.
Spit on the noise of the crowd bazaar,
Come on, remember the times
When you were a bad guy
For whom not one sighed.
After all, it was grandfather? Confess - it was.
Yes, just one that is all the more lovely
Until now, the heart has not forgotten.
Play about it, pour out melancholy.
Surely it happened to everyone -
More expensive that missed
And that dream that came true
Gives not what you asked?
Thank you, grandfather, sing the gold piece,
And I will continue my way to the tavern ...
Maybe somehow a stranger
And he will give me, although it will be a penny.
Yuri Belov, 1993
Play, grandfather, me on the accordion,
Chervonets put in a hat
While rustling in my pocket,
And in the cap is empty, I look.
Spit on the noise of the crowd bazaar,
Come on, remember the times
When you were a bad guy
For whom not one sighed.
After all, it was grandfather? Confess - it was.
Yes, just one that is all the more lovely
Until now, the heart has not forgotten.
Play about it, pour out melancholy.
Surely it happened to everyone -
More expensive that missed
And that dream that came true
Gives not what you asked?
Thank you, grandfather, sing the gold piece,
And I will continue my way to the tavern ...
Maybe somehow a stranger
And he will give me, although it will be a penny.
Yuri Belov, 1993