Lyrics Владимир Высоцкий - Скажи, Серега...

Considered in our , we drank a little .
I'm not lying , I swear. Say , Serge!
And if it does not drive the vodka made ​​from sawdust ,
What we were used with five bottles ?

Second counter in drinking near zakutochke ,
But it was still to come ,
Then, in the square where children mushrooms,
Then I do not remember - reached the point

I drank from the bottle, and with ustatku without eating ,
But I like glass, was , that is glassy ,
Well, when the carriage drove up ,
Then we had seven on the snout .

We, however , the third forcibly dragged .
But then bobble - overdone .
And that points to someone smashed ,
Since then port wine exacerbated .

Comrade One told us that supposedly uymites ,
What is not buyante that disperse .
Well, I disperse immediately agreed .
And sold , of course, disagreed .

But if someone I swore - Kara strictly
But it hardly tell , Serge!
And he fell , so that from clouding
Oral not with grief, from dullness .

Now let a few words off the record :
What did we learn from family and school ?
That life itself such punish severely.
Here we agree , say , Serge .

That he wakes up and, of course , will tell .
Let life judge , yes, Sergei ? Let life punish .
Since release , you also will be easier ,
What tinker if life condemn !

You do not look that all Serge nods
He thinks he understands everything .
And that is silent, so it is with excitement ,
Of awareness, so to speak, and enlightenment.

Do not lock people , crying babies at home ,
Him because in Khimki , and me - in Medvedki .
Yes , anyway, buses do not go ,
The metro is closed , in a taxi not sodyat .

Pleased , however, that we are respected .
Look, drive up , look, put ,
Wake up in the morning is not the rooster crowed ,
Sergeant rouse , as a person.

We were almost to the music performed as ave.
I ruble zanachit - listen, Sergei - sober .
And yet , my brother , we have difficult road .
Oh, poor guy , well , sleep , Serge!