Lyrics Владимир Высоцкий - Она на двор, он - со двора

She's in the yard - he's from the yard, -
That's the love they have.
And he works since morning,
Always works in the morning.

Nobody knew her and knew,
And he thought I was lost,
And he was worn and suffered
The idea is obtrusive:

Her father is a colonel,
And he has a firefighter.
He, in general, she was not equal,
But he behaved like an ostalnik.

The novel happened just like that,
The novel began so strangely:
He offered her a quarter -
She's letting us move ...

And the black smoke kept coming and going,
And black smoke rose upwards ...
And so it was good for them -
Loving her, he swore age!

A long maple tree grew -
They were considered bell towers,
And people were walking, but people were walking,
Ways were roundabout ...

What strange business
At us in Russia are molded!
And as she gave him,
They will tell - it will not be believed ...

And after the case of the dark,
And after the big business
I looked for secluded places,
I looked for cozy places.

And if our power was
For us, for everyone understandable,
That happiness she would find,
And now - life damned! ..