Kabatsky waltz
Music L.Vaksmana ,
poems M.Sipera
Every evening at shalmanchike MUSIC ,
Songs , laughter and looks through the smoke ,
And everything is spinning , spinning , spinning
Dance of the one that I consider it my .
Let sings about candy - baranochki
At the piano some Jew
And laugh buhie gypsy
We lined frost doors.
Sit down with me, devchonochka Chalayan ,
I 'll have to bring more .
Seen a lot in my life I
Though not exchanged thirty .
I love your blonde hair
I'm the same , but only gray .
Pianist now something in his voice,
But even so, hit a tear .
Thieves are looking for business partner,
Whores vodka treat sins
At the window of stoparik stupor .
Reading poetry aloud Yesenin .
Among the drunken roar and yuk
We 're going to dance with you .
Everything will pass , sold on drink
And will not come back again .
Demons kurazhatsya there behind the doors ,
Here thieves , hooligans and mat ...
Sedin , thank God, not greasy ,
So do not be afraid to hug me .
Every evening at shalmanchike MUSIC ,
Songs , laughter and looks through the smoke ,
And everything is spinning , spinning , spinning
Dance of the one that I consider it my .