What a still life is risky,
And for something we always chained.
The conscience of each - for one frighten you?
All are silent, although in his heart - vociferous.
All denominations plastered wallpaper
Alternating holidays with drinking,
Even women to blame biased -
Those noses and red faces.
Oh, what a picture in front of me,
Oh, you're my viburnum, raspberries.
As no hitting in the dawn of youth
We said & quot; like & quot; by stupidity.
What can you do - the dream of the future,
Weddings, children, the south, the Caucasus, and here
Not to serve, not hlebnuvshie, mama -
Suddenly he said: & quot; There is a small & quot ;.
What he saw - class meetings
Yes, only at home from his father foreclosure.
Oh, you're my viburnum, raspberries,
Oh, you're my girl, Marina.
On Gagarin betonka songs
Underage complete dunce.
Bad taste in the eyes of the eclipse,
Observed for boys zeal.
The diary strained troechki,
And welcome cola and dvoechki,
And dream at night already seriously,
How nice it would be to live married.
Oh, my devchonochka, raspberries,
Oh, already a familiar pattern.
And all the girls at the dance skinny -
Well, where do come from fat?
If you give birth to the first - will pay:
Crawl girlish dresses.
Married come out - do nothing, sit,
For him not being watched, eating cakes.
At night and think of some:
Oh, had a wife - was the barrel.
Oh, already a familiar pattern,
Oh, you're my viburnum, raspberries ...
Oh, you, my girl, Marina,
Oh, already familiar picture! ..
