Lyrics Владимир Высоцкий - Письмо торговца ташкентскими фруктами

Zhora and Arkady Vainer!
You salaam aleikum, let
We know you secretly, -
We know the code by heart.

Write to you seven aksakals
Hindu-Kushen land,
Because seven magazines
You were transferred to us.

And during the harvesting of cotton
(By the way, today cotton is silk)
Our magazine "The Star of the East"
I found seven pages for you.

All Moscow traveled to "Zim"
The most important aksakal -
Not in a single store
Your books have not been found.

Torn two older brothers
All the hair in the beard -
No, although there is a lot of blat
In the "Bookshop" - and everywhere.

I'm for the "Mercy era" -
That's what you're thankful for! -
Gave two melons to the officer
And pomegranates a kilogram.

And at the end of television -
Oath of gray hair! -
We will give for continuation
Each series has eight tributes.

To avoid a hitch
(Love kyufta-budzbash?)
Send wives Central market -
Polglavy - your lamb.

Maybe it's too carnal,
But for songs about prisons
(Let the artist Vysotsky sing)
Two times more we pay.

Do not find your galley
And in Paris, they say ...
However, what to buy for francs?
The same grapes.

We are reading you today,
As a paragraph - throws in the sweat.
Brothers, we are for you - believe -
Awesome people.

Our great-great-grandson at the military base -
Where money is rubbish.
Do you want to? This time
Come every day.

But I wanted to be in the inyaz ...
I was preparing a large jackpot.
But ... If Niyazi would be alive ...
Well and so - what communications? -
Connections are Europe and Asia,

Only these connections are nonsense.
You were on KAMAZ:
There is no fruit. And in this time
Come the Hindu Kush!

1980