Lyrics Владимир Высоцкий - Смотрины

There, y neighbors, feast a mountain, and the guest is solid, poured,
Well, a mistress - a tail pipe - goes to the basement,
The keys are crashed into the lock and the groceries are taken out.
And c traction is getting on in the oven, and with the blower ...

A y me solid scrapes,
In the garden there is a nerud, then the cattle will fall,
That oven burns with bad traction,
And then cheek on the side leads ...

There, y neighbor, meat in the cabbage soup, the whole village crunching in the cartilage,
And daughter, bride, all in pimples - ripened, mean,
Smotryna, therefore, y them, for one hundred rubles guests alone,
And even the skinny bridegroom sings and jumps ...

A y I have a chain dog mad,
In the middle of the night,
And on my feet they blotted out the corns
There is no room in the room.

Oh, y neighbor quickly drink, and what not to drink when given,
And what not to sing when coziness and unimportant,
And here it is - the woman on the demolitions, the geese of the unkrafted jamb,
Yes, it's not the geese, in general, but everything is wrong.

Then y me the posten appeared,
I drive them both, and syak - they are again,
Yes, in an uncomfortable place, the boiled-
It's time to plow, and then neither sit down - nor stand up.

Neighbor malenochka sent - he called me from bounty,
Well, I, of course, refused, and he - from the beginning ...
It must have lit up a liter, and of course it got better,
And I went, drank, ate - it did not get better ...

And in the middle of this binge
I whispered to yxo the groom,
And the groom seemed to be blown away by the wind,
The bride is crying all over ...

A neighbor yells that he is on the wrong side, that he keeps the basic law,
Like, who does not eat, he does not drink, and drank, by the way ...
All of them immediately jumped from place to place, but then the little fellow with the amendment got -
Who does not work - does not eat, - you confused, Dad ...

I was sitting with a greasy trash,
To tomorrow to drive my hangover
In a cuddle with a battered gig,
I was invited for it ...

A neighbor ate another liter, and he identified himself, and opsovel,
He wanted me to sing ("In vain, what did they drink? !!"),
I was grabbed by the side by two huge men,
"Play," they say, "and sing until you have been strangled" ...

Already got the fun to the point
The bride is already secretly drinking the bride
I started singing about bright little things:
"When I served in the post coachman" ...

Then there was yxa and the giblets,
Then they caught the groom and beat him for a long time,
Then they went to dance in the hut, then they fought not for spite,
And all the good ones in themselves were destroyed ...

I moaned in the corner of the marshy bittern
Nabyschas, and then podbochas,
And I thought - who will I drink tomorrow?
Of those with whom I drink now?

In the morning there is always peace and bread crumbs on the cheek
And without a hangover binge - a meal in bulk,
No one is barking in the hearts, the dog is toiling in the sence
And the stove in blue tiles and with an ashtray ...

A y me and in clear weather
Humble on the soul, which burns,
I'm digging well water,
Chinju accordion, a wife is croaking ...