Lyrics MoShkin - Сказка о попе и работнике его Балде

The words:
Alexander Sergeevich Pushkin
Music:
Igor Veniaminovich Moshkin

The Tale of the Priest and His Worker Balda

guitar solo "Pop and Balda"

There was a pop,
A crowded forehead.
I went pop on the bazaar,
See some product.
 Meet him Balda,
 He goes without knowing where.
 “What, dad, got up so early?
 What are you collecting? "

guitar solo "Pop and Balda"

Pop him back: "I need a worker:
Cook, groom and carpenter.
And where can I find this
The servant is not too expensive? "
 Balda says: “I will serve you gloriously,
  Diligently and very well,
 In a year, three clicks to you on the forehead,
 But let me have boiled spelled. ”

tutti

Invented pop,
He began to scratch his forehead.
Click flick because ros.
Yes, he hoped to Russian perhaps.
 Pop says Balde: “Okay.
 It will not be expensive for both of us.
 Live on my backyard
 Render your zeal and agility. "

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Balda lives in the pop house,
Sleeping on straw
Eats for four
Works for seven;
 Everything is dancing to his light.
 Horse harnesses, plowing the strip,
 The stove will flood, prepare everything, purchase,
 Egg cakes yes and he will peel.
Popadya Balda not praise,
Popovna about Balda and only sad
Little fool calls his moths;
Kashu brew, nursing with children.

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Only pop one Baldu does not like
It never wills him
He often thinks about retribution;
Time is ticking, and the deadline is near.
 Pop neither eats nor drinks, does not sleep at night:
 His forehead cracks behind his wound.
 Here it is recognized:
 "So, iol, and so: what to do remains?"
The mind of the woman is quick-witted,
On all sorts of tricks wry.
Popadya says: “I know the remedy
How to remove from us such a disaster:
 Order Balde service, so that it became impossible for him,
 And demand that he execute it exactly.
 So you and forehead from the massacre will deliver
 And you will send Baldu without payment. ”
It became the heart of the priest more fun,
He began to look at Baldu bolder.
 Here he shouts: "Come here,
 True to my worker Balda.
Listen: devils have to pay
I am renting on my very death;
No need for better income
Yes, there are arrears on them for three years.
How do you wear your spelled,
Get the hell out of me. ”
 Balda, without arguing with the priest,
 Went, sat by the sea;
 There he began to twist the rope
 But the end of it in the sea to wet.

guitar

other thema

Here came the old Bes from the sea:
“Why did you, Balda, climb up to us?”
- “Why, I want to wrinkle the rope with a rope
Yes, you damn tribe, writhe. "
 Besa old took here dullness.
 "Tell me, why such disfavor?"
 - “How for what? You do not pay tribute,
 Do not remember the due date;
 Here it will be fun for us
 You, dogs, a great hindrance. "

guitar "The rent"

- “Baldushka, wait a minute you pucker the sea,
You will get a full rent soon.
Wait, I'll send you a grandson. ”
Balda thinks: "This is not a thing to hold!"
 The imp posed up,
 He screamed like a hungry kitten:
 “Hello, Balda-peasant;
 What dues do you need?

guitar "The rent"

We have not heard about the dwelling,
There were no traits of such sadness.
Well, so be it - take it, but with the agreement
With our total sentence.
 So that from now on there will be no grief for anyone:
 Who most of us run away near the sea,
 That one and take yourself a full dues,
 Meanwhile, they will prepare a bag there. ”

guitar "The rent"

Balda laughed slyly:
“What are you making this up, right?
Where will you go with me,
With me, with the Bald himself?
 What sent foe!
 Wait for my smaller brother. ”
 Balda went into the near wood,
 I caught two bunnies, and in the bag.

guitar "The rent"

sax solo "Competition"

To the sea again Balda comes,
By the sea, a little imp finds.
Keeps Balda by the ears of a single hare:
“You dance under our balalaika;
 You devil is still young
 With me is weak;
 It would be only a waste of time.
 Overtake my brother first.

guitar

One two Three! catch up. ”
A little imp and a bunny are gone:
Imp on the sea shore,
A bunny in the woods to the house.

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 Behold, the sea is round about,
 Sticking out his tongue, raising his face,
 The little devil came running out of breath
 All mokreshhenek, wiping his foot,
Thought: deal with Balde sweet.
Look - and Balda brother strokes,
Sentencing: "My dear brother,
Tired, poor thing! rest, darling ".

guitar

The imp has dumbfounded
Tail pursed, quite subdued,
He glances sideways at his brother.
“Wait,” he says, “I'll go for the dues.”

guitar "First start lost"

He went to his grandfather, said: "Trouble!
Overtook me less Balda! "
Old Bes began to think here thought.
And Balda made such a noise
 That all the sea was embarrassed
 And the waves diverged.
 A little devil got out: "Enough, little man,
 send you all the dues

guitar

Just listen. Do you see this stick?
Choose your favorite meta.
Who then throws a stick,
He let and dues takes.
 Well? Are you afraid of dislocating the handles?
 What are you waiting for? ”-“ Yes, I am waiting for this cloud:
 Throw your stick there,
 Yes, and I'll start with you, the devils, a landfill. "

guitar & amp; synthesizer & amp; guitar & amp; organ solo "Toss a stick"

Frightened imp but to grandfather,
Tell about the Bald victory,
And Balda over the sea again makes a noise
Yes, the devil threatens with a rope.
 Got out again