Текст песни Александр Башлачев - 1985.02-09 - 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 penny - take away the so-
painted shawl

Everything is 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
waiting for guests Egor .
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 podёrnetsya young Ledkov
proplyvёt moon in black maslitse
winter twilight
in wolf holidays
dark death
all perish .
where all punished without trial
where all the fat one Maza
where all one world -baiting .
so what's the world - entirely outskirts ,
where sludge stockpile for the future,
packed in mouth
where smokes ligature restless lines
as a saint litter ,
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 talks with the astronauts ,
and kisses - with Tereshkova
so popular with actresses -
everything from the granary evil rats.

- That's not just a dud , not fufaechka ,
my soul awkward
wasting all prokopchёnnaya
unbuttoned all inmate ...
- 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 minomёtchikov !
Pogadaev you me , creature melodious ,
Black Eyes, 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 , quilted cotton ,
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 , the stove dark ,
let fly ash,
ash turned,
in an ice bucket , a sweet puddle ,
The mixed slurry was living hand
yes feed me - snow Gran ...