Текст песни Марк Фрейдкин - Печальный Шура

Spring in Chortkiv good.
Coming from the service slowly,
hung on a nail PCA
sad Shura.
Sima tunic and belt.
Another Unwind day.
And outside boils lilac,
blooms nature.
And tomorrow again army life ,
he was fed up with :
Training shooting, uniform, toilet
and the commander .
And remembering the times
when all this he had sent ,
Shura sad sitting by the window .

Here, from the melancholy soydёsh crazy
Not much spiritual grub rather ,
and waits for the girl letters
sad Shura.
But the fate of no protection :
she needs a university
Faculty of Humanities ,
Graduate School .
And how sweet she was,
when she Shura at the table,
forgetting things , sang a Beatle :
& quot; sha- la-la -la-la & quot ;!
Now - Khan , and should not be
it is found as the window
sad Shura sits until dark .

In Chertkov nights are so long ,
and no vodka , no wife ...
Takes guitars on the wall
sad Shura.
One chord and another chord ,
much like a hoof nail is firm ,
and finger erased , and - first grade
fingering .
But only Kaifu any penny
and each sound as near the knife !
With whom three voices spoёsh ,
yadrena lice ?!
And watching the full moon ,
as an open window
sad sad Shura until dark ...
Sad Shura does not sleep a damn ..