Текст песни Саша Башлачёв - Егоркина былина

How to burn fires in Sheksna - River
How are the tents of the lively fairs

arc gypsy
regret nothing
Give my painted shawl
And the prices it is not - a quarter ticket
Sorry for a quarter - well, let's penny
Regretted nickle -zabiray for so
painted shawl

Everything as it is , her smooth embroidered
smooth fine embroidered cross
As Yegor sitting in the bright mansion
In the light of the mansion with curtains
On the bright chandelier electric
On a bench , covered with silver,
embroidered felt
next to the stove white stone
important squints
catches fever hand.

On the stove of his rags - fufaechka
adapted
Yes priladit lath - ushanochka
Yes fell in stink - portyanochki
in the bright mansion
with curtains so with dignity
Egor awaits guests .
And visitors to it - absolutely courtyard.
Absolutely - yard and three streets .
- With the greatest you your prazdnichkom
And wish you health,
Dear Egor Ermolaevich ,
Clean small embroidered cross
smiling public
yes he drinks bites
and with one hand eating salty mushroom
and on the other hand - marinated
cherry and cream only licks ,
only licks black bitter
black sticky
smears rolls
bits of bricks .

bell glass on through- the wind
yes sour ringing in viscous soot
yes podernetsya young Ledkov

moon swims in black maslitse
winter twilight
in wolf holidays
dark death
all perish .
tam , where all punished without trial
where all the fat one Maza
where all one world -baiting .
so what's the world - entirely suburb
where sludge stockpile for future use
stuffed in her mouth
where smokes ligature restless lines
Litter as a saint
where Japanese god with our mother
Crowned by a common porch

image whip crossed

- Oh, Yegor , thou son of slap !
Oh, Egor , child Bonk ,
Louse from under the nail - in drinking companions .

In the cutting of calico with cobwebs
Burn out , the candle !
Burn out , the candle - the tail and a half !

Drugged rash , sweating ,
and again Yegor clean gentleman
in the bright mansion ,
embroidered with a cross,
All conversations with the astronauts ,
and kisses - with Tereshkova
so popular with actresses -
all with granary evil rats.

- That's not just a dud , not fufaechka ,
my soul awkward
wasting all smoked
unbuttoned all enclosed ...
- That's not just a lath , not ushanochka ,
the fate of my droopy ears
out - leaky , pain Trach ,
on another's humps razbatrachena ...
- That's not just the stench - the stench of pitch
that my sins , fights - pyanochki ...

Said Yegor , taking portyanochki .
Then came the chorus and yes with gypsy
Famous choir of Radio House
and Central Television ,
stood under humane control.

- You play a song for me a call!
Expand march mortar !
Pogadaev you me , creature melodious ,
Eyes black, eyes burning,
Pogadaev you give me an empty hand
the empty hand yes to abrasions ,
by calluses but for the living scars ...

- Dear Egor Ermolaevich ,
Zimogorye you our Ohlamonovich ,
worn out you soul
to full of holes,
so take for road uniform
generalship , wool quilt ,
with an honest yes asterisk with medals ...
Tore fate gnawed zavyazochki ,
so take for an expensive cap
with fashionable trump lacquered ,
Interiors with fur but with Cockade ...

And for that sin erased portyanochki ,
zavernesh their heels bare
painted in a shawl with my shoulder
All embroidered with small cross ...

Egor looked at his rags
And put on a uniform ...

Shadows danced suddenly light ,
creaked suddenly rusty hinges ,
Opening the locks Thunder - stick ,
shrouded in white Snowy Grandma ...

- You Yegorushka fool affectionate,
Gather a minute you give me an ice bucket
drops voiced so cold ...
- You Blow , Yegor , dark in the oven ,
let fly ash , ash is turned,
in an ice bucket , a sweet puddle ,
The mixed slurry was living hand
yes feed me - snow Gran ...

Yegor interrupted drop - berry
Through the power of blowing into the furnace carbon monoxide
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