Текст песни Александр Башлачев - Верка Надька Любка

When two plus two was only four ,
           I lived in a small communal apartment .
                  He worked with a pot , and a nightlight me the light
               But I was a fool and the light did not pay.

        I nibbled the same book with seagulls instead of drying ,
        Dreamed to shoot at all of the Tsar Cannon ,
        Broke his head as a pillow.
        Oh, tops - roots ! From the pot to the top
        Ordinary fool crusade .
        - Your move - from the swamps frog clicker .
        I backed away backwards, like cancer.

        I drank a developer , I drank a fixer ,
        Apartment in the morning turns into a detoxification center ,
        But neither drowned in a glass or a cup.
        As a pain in the bag - two chuckle , three ridicule -
        Habity fool I mixed in its tube
        And once an eagle evolved from tails .
        And the soul with a musty smell , like a body in a cart,
        I bowled and the Golden Rule nuts,
        But something like Lübke .

        Flour flour through poets rhyme .
        It showed what's what .
        Though sometimes the case comes to shove -
        I love Liubka ! But the details - bullshit .
        She even believed it herself.
        We lived at that time in cholera barracks
        Cholera was considered winter.

        And Verka dressmaker took off Liubka standards -
        I wanted her winter coat to sew .
        But then it turned out that the coat - on Verka .
        I invited her to live with us .

        And in the cards she understands not measure -
        Went crazy , this is the Faith .
        Winter awoke and drove cholera.
        Became shorter list nights.
        Yes , and Faith was simple and clear ,
        And the snow fell asleep white spots ,
        Took root in the visual agitation
        And the wax from the thousands of candles .

        And a pain in the bag we put the soap .
        Holy water flooded our hut .
        Oh, we lathered , but holy water
        Ha meter of the saint and solid ice .

        And Vera feature tailored coats of blanket.
        There was a hole - straight and shining .
        Wrapped in a hole , lay on the bed
        And they , like crabs , three winter .

        But sensing the water - yes bedtime or in spirit -
        In the sailor's vest was Hadyuha .
        I am ashamed to say her long sailor ,
        Double mattress , but chickened out and threw it away.
        Not so young , but not old ,
        Parquet broke out of the blue ice.
        I went to say goodbye forever Hadyuha ,
        And stayed with us forever.

        We spent the winter actively and amicably .
        And the main thing - it was not boring us .
        And who is rich , that everyone was happy .
        But still they just screamed ,
        When close to the secular rhythms of pop
        I myself have finally picked up a guitar in the claws .

        Not twist my whistled a ravine on the mountain.
        I gave all of what is given .
        And the brain head carved in the bark :
        Hadezhda Faith plus plus plus Sasha Luba
        Plus Aunt Uncle Sergei plus Hatasha ...
        In short , not all the same .

        I sang it in a dark cold barracks
        And he turned into an ordinary palace.
        So what are you doing in the spring crawfish !
        And it turned out that I - a cancer - father .

        I sit in my body , as if in a volcano .
        Haleyte me the light from the window holes !
        The Three Graces , like three faces in the glass.
        Three faces in the glass, three different Mamani ,
        three different Mamani , and one daughter .

        But the investigation is without a specific reason .
        Especially, do not like my daughter , and son .
        And maybe - not the son , and maybe - brother
        Sister or mother or I myself - my father ,
        Or maybe the whole Day parade !
        Or maybe our entire city - Leningrad ! ..

        Dawns . Gad, and vice versa.
        And maybe - our entire Soviet people .
        And maybe in the cradle our entire country !
        Let's come up with it